On Monday, I found out I had a touch of pnemonia. Not sure what a touch means. Maybe it means that the pnemonia fairy came and gently tapped me on the left lung with her magic powder, leaving me frail, feverish and wanting to die for the next 48 hours. That MUST be it! It all started on Saturday evening when I just finished a triumphant dinner party to celebrate the birth (read: ripping from my body) of my boy (the he-man child known as lil D). In attendance: my parents and my hubby's parents - aka the Korean immigrants dining with the descendants of the Mayflower. Can you say oil and water or ice cream and artichokes? I digress. So I'm getting ready for bed and I start to feel a little ill - fast forward several hours and I'm tossing and turning and then having chills. Not any kind of chills but the kind where your fingers hurt because they are so cold and you can't get warm even wearing all your PJs, a down coat and all your blankets. Your body aches because it is shivering from the inside out. Damn. Anyway, just to make things worse I was bedridden for two days while my in-laws were in town so they hung out while I hung out in my bed under all those blankets. So if you ever get pnemonia - think of me and just realize that someone else had it a little worse than you did.
Random notes:
Here's a great quote from S. - Mom, did you know that our bodies are meat?
