Amazing Grace…

 …I seem to have none.  

My face introduced itself to the bedroom wall this morning.  How it happened, I haven’t a clue.  One moment I was standing by the bed getting ready to get dressed and the next moment I was kissing the wall paper.  

Believe me when I say it didn’t taste too good.  In fact, I believe I need to dust my walls down.  "ick!"

After coming back from dropping Hubby off at work, I walked in the front door and tripped over a paper bag that the kids left out for Gido, the visiting cat, to sleep in.  Apparently, he skooched the bag out away from the wall and then laid on top of it.  It was a crumpled lump in my path just waiting for me when I walked in the door.  Thankfully, I caught myself before being forced to find out what the floor tasted like, too.  That would have been horrifying.  It would have required a visit to the dentist for a professional cleaning and about two bottles of disinfectant mouth wash.  

The coughing has finally subsided.  My medications are all used up except for the occasional need for an Albuterol treatment.  Though I’m feeling much better in regards to the illness that caused the pneumonia, my body seems to be taking it’s good’ol time regaining it’s strength and energy – what little of it I had previously.  

I have to remind myself every day to be patient.  It’s a real battle of the will, for me.  But one that can only be conquered through practice.  Trust me when I say that, "When you pray for patience, be prepared to have your patience tried."  It’s just one of those virtues that must be practiced in order to be mastered.  

I can’t remember if I mentioned this previously, but, when I saw the doctor last week, I found out that I had lost 10 pounds.  What a pleasant surprise!  I knew I was feeling somewhat….. lighter?, but figured it was just because I was sick.  I weighed myself this morning and found I’ve actually lost about 12 pounds – according to my scales.  Nice.  Let’s hope it continues…

Eating healthier hasn’t been so much the problem as eating more frequently has.  There’ve been days when it felt like I was eating all day long.  It gets easier, though, as you get accustomed to portion sizes.  The next battle to conquer will be drinking more water and less coffee.  

Since I’m still somewhat in the recovery stage, I’m feeling the need for more sleep.  

My little man just walked up to me with eyes full of sleep goo and asked me, "Mommy, did I sleep all day until night time?"  

"No, dear, it’s just a dark, rainy day today."  

"Oh, darn.  I was hoping I could go back to bed."

Looks like I’m not the only one feeling the sleepies this morning….

Until next time…