It starts with an M and ends with igraine (possibly eningitis). But you only get one letter a day, so after a week, you're still not all the way through it. It's like a big black widow (yes, an ugly, poisonous spider) planted its body right in the middle of my brain and stretched his legs out, pushing against my skull to make himself at home. Comfy, right? Not so much. Hopefully it's not like Professor Trelawny and a telling of things to come in my future. Cuz if this ever happens again, I'd rather be giving birth. It was worse than my yellow fever and typhoid fever vaccinations combined. It's day 7, and the black widow hasn't left quite yet, though he decided not to kick his legs out anymore, thank goodness.
But it was a good display of my family's support of and care for each other. Mommy waited on me hand and foot. Daddy and brother #2 gave me a blessing. Sister called and texted everyday to make sure I was alive and okay. Might-as-well-be-blood-little-sister asked multiple times if there was anything she could do for me.
And last, but certainly not least...hey all you traveling friends that make me jealous with their blog posts...I get to join the club in one week!
