however, I just woke up. . .and I seem to have met myself trying to walk back up the stairs as I was walking down the stairs. I’m sure you know the feeling whether you have stairs or not.
Daddy is home.
My friend is home. (As far as I know. . .she got on the plane, and I’ve not heard otherwise, plus Stephanie says her url showed up on her sitemeter, so the chances are high that she’s for REAL at home and resting after her escape from the blizzard in Denver. . .she had to get out of there fast.)
Both have various and sundry appointments and medications and “need to touch base” issues, but they are home.
Meanwhile back at the hospital, I have ANOTHER FRIEND, Amy, who has recently been diagnosed with Graves’ disease–a disease of the thyroid that causes problems with your eyes–dizziness–etc. There is no cure, but there is treatment that is successful. It does, however, involve a little radioactivity. She swallows her pill on Friday, and them must not touch her boys all weekend–she has three between the age of 10-ish and 8-ish–and the Head Boy, their Daddy. Please say a prayer for her that the nausea be minimal and the treatment work, and the symptoms lessen. She is also not in the habit of staying still, but she was SUPPOSED to get a bunch of movies and books and relax.
The upside to this is that with all of that radioactivity, she will LITERALLY get to live out the words of “This Little Christian Light of Mine” and “I’ll be a Sunbeam for Jesus.” Glow, glow, glow.