My mom warned me the 3rd day of recovery would be the worst. SHE WAS RIGHT! I can’t even explain how horrible I feel. It involves tears. I don’t cry often but getting off the couch, trying to help my girls get dressed, drinking water…all cause tears. I can’t really talk and I can’t eat or drink. 

I’m optimistic that things will turn around tomorrow and I’ll be back on the right track. Sheila brought dinner for our family tonight and my mom and B took great care of me and the girls. I’m very, very grateful! I’m looking forward to drinking slurpees again tomorrow!!

Thanks to Miss Sheila for the spaghetti pie, salad, and bread!