I’m waiting for The Narrator to return from Walgreens with my antibiotic and nasal spray. I started to feel yucky Thursday evening and by this morning felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I’ve had enough sinus infections to be able to feel the difference between an infection and a regular cold. As the day progressed, I felt worse and worse and worse until I finally dragged my aching body off the couch and into the car feeling every bump in the road in my bones as I headed to the walk in clinic. I would have toughed it out until Monday, but I was really out of it.
Just as I was getting ready to walk out the door, Little Miss Sunshine said, “Here, Mama, have a sticker!!” She slapped a big, yellow sticker that she had gotten at church tonight on my back (I stayed home on the couch while they went to church). The sticker said, “I can pray to Jesus anywhere.” I was so out of it, that I completely forgot to take the sticker off my back and went through my entire visit at the clinic broadcasting in bright yellow that “I can pray to Jesus anywhere!” No wonder they were so friendly to me!
I hear the door. This is me taking meds and going to bed.