I can't talk much yet, but the rest of me feels fabulous.
Two days ago I wondered if life was worth it.
The good news is that it is!
Thanks for your prayers and for putting up with the whinge. You all helped heaps. I need company in my misery - my throat hurt so bad that I couldn't complain adequately to Andrew (lucky him!) - so you all copped it instead.
I think hell would be a really sore throat, with no one at all anywhere to talk to about it (even/esp God). I think I would go insane in about three days.
[Joel is heaps better, too. He sat in a coffee shop with me today for 2 hours. All it cost me was a plate of lasagne and chips for him (his appetite is back!) He is pretty good at the coffee shop thing. Drew some pictures. Didn't talk too much or complain at all. Mentioned a couple of times that we had stayed longer than anyone else. Nathan is saying he's feeling worse. I think he wants lasagne tomorrow. Micah would insist on going to school (without a jumper) if he was dying.]