I was getting sicker, and I felt really bad. I was considering canceling it all, so I could go to sleep, but a voice in my head said, "It's not just for you, don't be selfish." I laughed because that's what they say about funerals: it's not for the deceased, it's for those still living. So I went, and I was glad I went. I felt better after some General Tsos.
My son baked an awesome cake. I ate some last night, and I have eaten more today because I wanted to feel better. And I did feel better; I wish I'd just stop wheezing. It's annoying when you try to breathe, and there's a rattle deep down in your windpipe as you breathe in AND out. The fever tends to go away with Tylenol, and the runny nose is next to nothing on Zyrtec. But when I go up or down a flight of stairs, I get so dizzy. I take my inhaler as often as I can, but it only seems to increase the dizziness.
My biggest fear is that I'll make takayla sick.