14 days...

Over two weeks and counting... that's how long we have missed school b/c I have been sleeping in a chair.  That's how long my husband has had to work from home so I can go to doctor appointments and get vitamins through IVs.  Fevers, deep chest coughing, trouble breathing, zero appetite, nose bleeds, hair falling out, unable to sleep.  Sweating through piles of blankets and pjs, coughing so hard I throw up the little food I do eat.  Migraines.  Thank goodness I have a loving and patient family.  I have a doctor that supplies western medicine along side natural remedies.  I have finally broken through the constant fevers but I am still struggling to get my feet back under me.  We did school today and I almost broke down in tears with the realization of how much I missed spending the days with my kids, talking, laughing, reminding them to stay on task.  I love hanging with my little people.  We are a crew and being quarantined away from them for so long has left me missing their goofy smiles and their jokes that don't make sense.  It's so good to be out of that darn rocking chair- like an old lady on her death bed.  No thank you!  I am so grateful for homeschool that we do year round in case of things like this.  I am grateful for kids who have really learned to go with the flow the past couple years while I wrestle with health challenges.  I am grateful for a husband that feed the family takeout every day for 2 weeks while we are in survival mode b/c he's working and taking care of me and everything else.  I am thankful for green juice (the only thing that sounded good while I was sick).  Grateful to be on the upswing for now, knowing that each moment I can get out of bed has now become a gift of giant proportions.