We have a big weekend coming up.
Yep, it's finally here...and then life will resume to just normal madness and craziness. Last week, Callie got sick. I figured that was it. That was our something-going-wrong. I worried, however, that Sammy would get sick and on Saturday morning, she'd be a mess, full of gooey sickness. But, alas. She has been strong and really holding her own.
I, however, am another story. I got sick this time. I. Me. Mama. And that makes me feel all grrrr inside. I have TWO days, count 'em, 1. 2. days to get better here folks. I'm hopeful, but super worried. Either way, I'll be sweatin' for Sammy...I just hope I'm not sweatin' due to fever. My sore throat has made a turn for the better. My headaches are still there -- but those are the last to go for me. This morning I woke up with pain in my right eye. I looked in the mirror. It's fine. But, man, it hurts every time I blink. Well, it's starting to swell a bit...so I'm thinking this is my first stye. Bring on the warm wash cloths. So, hopefully that will pass in the next day, I'll resume my contact wearing ways, and I'll be able to walk this trail with Marcus and Samantha. That's the goal. The power of positive thinking needs to do its magic this time -- more than ever -- because this day is REALLY important to me.