2012.
How in the world did that happen?
From November to the end of last week, we were slammed with chronic sickness. Most of the end of 2011 is one painful blur. I honestly think that we had no more than 10 misery free days for 2 months.
"Wow, that's super cheerful, Layla. What's your point?"
My point is, "THANK YOU, for staying with me even though my posts have been weak and patchy. You guys/gals are swell, you seriously are!"
I promise that I have a crock-pot full of "meatier" posts simmering in my little brain. Until I catch a break, I fear that you will continue to find patchy postings, especially this week. My family is on the mend, as far as germs go, but I am still battling my chronic health issues (which I will elaborate on in the future). My goal is to get back into the swing of things by next week, but I know this week is going to be tough. My doc wrote up a laundry list of blood work for me to have done, so I am planning on meeting up with the Giant Mosquitoes (A.K.A. lab techs) on Tuesday. The last time I walked in with a list this long, I walked out woozy due to the 7 vials of blood they sucked out of me.
Fun Times.
(Yep, you read that right: "Dx: Malnutrition.")
The good news is that I have put on 6 pounds, so I am moving slowly in the right direction.
We still have our house on the market (it's been that way for two years). This morning, we were supposed to have a showing.
It was a no-show.
It's possible that I am still a teeny bit miffed at the fact that I was up at 12:30 a.m. cleaning showers for that showing, but...
...at least my house is clean.
And that does make my Monday a bit less...
...manic.
Please continue to stand by, as I really think that things are beginning to look up. I am excited that we are starting school today and groovin' back into our routine (I miss you, Routine!).
So, bring your buns next week, as I have a crock-pot full of of meatiness to sandwich between your thoughts.
(That made absolutely no sense, but I am going to post it anyway. You're most welcome.)
Cheering you on & Checking the fuel gauge,
Layla
So sorry the person who was supposed to look at the house didn't come. I remember those days. You clean like mad, running around shouting at your kids (I am sure you don't shout. But I sometimes do. Blush.)"Don't you even think of getting those toys out. I just cleaned that." and then they don't even come.
ReplyDeleteMay the Lord heal your family.
Oh, no...I, er......
ReplyDelete...never shout. ;) Or get impatient, or any such silliness. ;)
I gotcha Layla, Meatball sandwich! Still praying for a miraculous healing for you!
ReplyDeleteOooh! A meatball sandwich sounds so yummers! Glad you understood that. ;) LOL
ReplyDeleteThank you for praying. I truly have days when I feel like I am riding on the wings of prayer and nothing else. Just relying on God's strength alone.
It WAS delightful - it DID make me smile - I hope the mosquitoes leave a little blood - you smile through the trials - I didn't mean that to rhyme but it did - and I like it - and I left it in like your last line - which, by the way DIDN"T make any sense - you were right - but it made me smile too. Well done my friend, well done.
ReplyDeleteSmiling is my favorite, Craig. :) They DID leave me some blood, and I did soooooo much better than I predicted (silly being worried). I liked your rhyme, it was just in time! (lol) Thanks for the encouragement, friend.
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