Recovery Mode

Hallo friends. I was hoping to return from my women's retreat and post some pictures and a long waxing-on about how wonderful it was. I was hoping to post something-or-other about Brady's 15th birthday celebrations. I was hoping to post that Brady is on the upswing with school. I was hoping to post, period. But instead I am recovering from a visit to the ER on Saturday, right in the middle of our women's retreat. The upside is I had seven wonderful grrrls to care for me! The downside is, well, that I had to interrupt our lovely time to get sick. It was an allergic reaction - not the first - and my throat felt like it had marbles in it. Oh, and like it was on fire. I carry an epi-pen but the hospital was a glorious 10 minutes away, is all. And Kristin, the dear grrl, has a lovely lead foot.

And then things got worse before they got better, and my grrrls don't even know it yet. I had some sort of strange relapse, or perhaps it was something altogether different. But I spent Sunday night with violent abdominal pains, sweating, and vomiting. That was fun.

So today I'm finally out of bed and on my way to the doc to see if I can figure out what in the world is going on. I'm feeling pretty low energy, as you can imagine, and a little afraid to eat much.

But I'll be back. You can bet on that. I'm too verbose to stay away too long.

Hugs,
a gastro-intestinally-challenged Laura