first, let me tell you that maybe the headache was a sinus or cold thing and not a "oh-no" brain thing...after the first night of antibiotics, my head stopped hurting. (cross fingers, knock wood, whew...) i know some of my peeps have been concerned so i'm saying this with cautious optimism, which is about as good i get these days...i don't consider myself particularly optimistic anymore, though i used to be more of a glass full girl...
every time some pain or unexplained symptom goes away, it's like a new day - woohoo...and everytime it rears its ugly head, i worry that the last days are near...that's just how i am. i can see why peeps may think of me like the boy who cried wolf - but, in my defense, it's not like the wolf is ever really not here...that's the thing...it's always too close for comfort...i'm just grateful when that damn thing takes a nap...
i don't want no huffing or no puffing, or no blowing my house down...
so today is a pretty good day, so far...sleep long old wolf...
mitchell helped me send in my oprah submission. (i realize my oprah thing may seem so oprah the top...oops, over the top)...mitchell thinks it's just another form of my celebrity-itis, but i'm not so sure...i'll only admit to a partial- itis... he took my picture with my 6 word sign to describe how she has inspired me, and i sent my little blurb along with it. i'm hoping to get a call telling me to fly to chicago and be in the audience before the show ends...is that really so wrong?...
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