Well, it's been 16 days since I've sat down to write, and I don't have much fun to share tonight. I wasn't feeling well when I posted my fun Old Navy update, but I thought my bronchitis was on its way to getting better.
Not so fast.
Two days later, I was diagnosed with pneumonia, and the longest few weeks of my life began. It was so bad, Mr. Jones had to stay home with me for two days straight. I'm grateful he could, because I was out of it.
I've been back to work for most of this week, but it's taken all of my energy to make it through most of the day. Today, I ran out. I left at lunch and came home to take a four hour nap. I'm beat, my body is exhausted, and I know there's still a ways to go toward a full recovery.
I've been blessed with a patient husband, and some amazing friends who have brought food, love and help over to help me get past this. It's a very odd feeling to actually need to rely on the help of friends. This is a first for me. I'm not sure what I'd be eating if left to our own devices this week.
I could totally use your thoughts and prayers. I head back to the doctor tomorrow, and hope everything still looks good and I'm on my way back to the land of the living. It's been a long road. I'm ready for it to be over.