It’s Sunday evening, and for the most part, I (Lisa) believe that I’m finally on the mend. But yesterday was really something else. I left the hospital feeling pretty well – so well, in fact, I was willing to go to Starbucks drive-thru for a dulce de leche latte. Once home, I sat up in the living room and chatted with Mom, Dad, Kelly and Nat. By mid-morning, I was ready to crawl into bed and rest. I nodded off and on for a couple of hours but eventually found myself feeling like a balloon.
Good Grief!
Good Grief!
Good Grief!
It’s Sunday evening, and for the most part, I (Lisa) believe that I’m finally on the mend. But yesterday was really something else. I left the hospital feeling pretty well – so well, in fact, I was willing to go to Starbucks drive-thru for a dulce de leche latte. Once home, I sat up in the living room and chatted with Mom, Dad, Kelly and Nat. By mid-morning, I was ready to crawl into bed and rest. I nodded off and on for a couple of hours but eventually found myself feeling like a balloon.