You guys are so faithful! I've barely been posting, and I'm still getting friendly comments. :0)
Tate is recovering. Every day we are thankful. He's not 100% yet, but doing really well. (He's outside in Dino-opolis now...)
But me... true to form, I stayed strong through the "storm." All through the stressful hospital stay I was calm, encouraging, at peace. Everything was smooth. My folks and Kerry were holding down the home-front and I didn't worry or stress about what was (or wasn't) getting done.
And then we came home. And the next day I crashed.
Nasty cold. Weak. Bleary eyed. Painful pressure in my head (sinuses) and the meds make me really, really loopy. Sore throat. No voice. I was sleeping almost 12 hours for the first few nights.
I don't know why this happens to me. I remember in college I'd often 'crash' after finals week.
Now there's light at the end of the tunnel... and it's not a train. I'm feeling better, Tate's feeling better, and we're all getting back in the groove. We even did school this week. Not a full schedule, but enough. Tate actually wanted to - to get back into routine.
He even felt well enough to go to McDonald's yesterday :0)