Say That Again?

Colleen called to see how my snufalufagus was doing. Emily asks me through out the day how my epilogical is doing and yesterday Niki brought me a Wendy's frosty for my epiglossius. Thank you all for your notes and comments and phone calls and well wishes for that little flap of skin that went a little A-wall at the beginning of the week. I am on the mend and doing better. I feel like it's taken a big chunk out of my energy reserves, but I can finally swallow without grimacing.

A Little Lesson:
I am not sure if it was lack of sleep, lack of nutrition, lack of hand washing, or lack of sanity that brought me to that scary place I was at 3am Tuesday morning when my epiglottis decided to become enraged. I do know that sickness of any kind is always a good time to do a little personal inventory of how life is really going down. Too fast? Too slow? Not enough of this? Too much of that? I'm of the belief that most illness is a gentle or not so gentle wake-up call. Believe me, as I lay in the fetal position on our comfortable couch moaning for the pain killers to kick in, I did some good old fashion soul searching. It was a good thing.