Y'all. My concept of God doesn't really allow asking for things. I don't really see God as a Santa Claus who answers the letters of good little girls and boys. But I broke my own philosophy this week because I KNOW I prayed for death at some point Thursday. I reached a low point of vomiting up mucus. I didn't stop coughing for four days straight.
Today is a bit better. I went and got a pedicure with my mom this afternoon. Of course I am now totally wiped out.
I'm sorry for being so pitiful. I should be back to normal any day now.
1 comment:
Hi-
I just linked here from another blog and found myself spitting out my coffee with laughter... too funny!!!
Feel better.
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