"Life is what happens when you make plans"~ a quote from John Lennon, I believe.
Regardless, this much I know is true,
I have been looking forward to this Thanksgiving/Belle's first birthday trip since August.
And what happens the second day I am here?
I get sick.
Coughing, every 2-3 minutes sick. I have never really gotten a cold, it always goes past Go and straight to bronchitis. Which I haven't had for 3 years now. Guess the chain had to break sometime.
And when I get sick, I see images I can't even begin to describe to you. Aka~ hallucinations. I KNOW I am sick when I see these things. And for the last two nights, I have been inundated with them. But the strangest part is not the hallucinations but my brains ability to send me a message through them.
Last night, I kept seeing an image ( I could not begin to describe it to you in a way that would not make you look at me funny) that my brain was able to unravel and I got up in the middle of the night and put a pain patch on my hip, that was hurting. As soon as the pain went away, I was able to sleep a little. Which was huge for me, since I have been coughing non stop for about every 3 minutes. I know, that makes so sense,
But apparently, my brain knew what I needed even if I couldn't figure it out myself.
I am beginning to think that booking family photos is a curse. When we booked them in July, we all got food poisoning. We booked them again for tomorrow and THIS happens to me. Hmmm, family photos seem to be the common denominator.
So today is Thanksgiving and I missed good company and even better food all prepared by my daughter, Breanne.
I barely have an appetite and picked at a few things that Michael brought me. But I am sitting upright and hopefully that is a sign?
The bad thing is Breanne is coughing now and it is looking like our black friday shopping will not happen.
The rest of the world is already in full bore shopping out there and it would appear we will not be joining them.
Ah, life is what happens when you make plans.......
