Thank God for Moms

Jeff in Guatemala + me with pneumonia = catastrophe!

Yes, I have pneumonia. Actually, I suspected it over the weekend when I was coughing up a lung and sounded like I had been smoking 2 packs a day for 20 years. Yesterday morning, I drug my feverish self out of bed, got dressed, took Bryan to school, and waited for my doctor's office to open. I called right at 9AM and begged them to work me in. They said they could.. next week! I explained that I might be dead next week, but it didn't matter. So, I drug myself to the urgent treatment center because I knew I needed some help. A couple of hours and a chest xray later, my suspicions were confirmed; I have pneumonia. Great.

I drove to the pharmacy with my prescriptions, only to be told it was an hour + wait. My wonderful friend Sherri agreed to pick them up for me so that I could go home (I owe you one, Sherri!), and I took her up on that. On the way, I talked to my parents who have been worried about the sounds of hacking they have been hearing over the phone all weekend. My mom offered to come and help if I needed it. I will be honest here. At first, I said no because I didn't want to inconvenience her, and there really wasn't much she could do here, I thought. But then reality hit me, and called her back and asked her to come.

She was here in a few hours, bag packed to stay until I was on the mend. Honestly, I almost cried when she came in the door. I was just relieved to have her here. I guess it really is true that when you are sick, no matter how old you are, you just want your momma!

She cooked, cleaned my floors, got Bryan to school, and most importantly kept me sane. I probably would have been sitting here all day long feeling sorry for myself and crying. But Mom came through... REALLY came through.

She went home this afternoon since I was feeling a little better. I am going to try to go to work for a while tomorrow- if I can breathe.

Mom, thanks for coming here to help me. Thanks for taking such good care of me and Bryan. Thanks for changing your schedule around to help me. I can't say how much I appreciate you for doing this. You blessed me! I love you, Mom.