I'm am not the only one who is going through this. Folks at work are fighting it off, both of my girls have it. In fact, Meelie missed two days of school due to an ear infection, cough and general ickiness that comes along with it.

I guess I need to give it up and go to the doctor myself. I somehow have the sneaking suspicion that this won't go away by itself. Especially in light of the fact that I can't feel my face and my teeth feel as though they are going to fall out. Sinus infection anyone?

I have found that the older I get, the less my stomach can tolerate the antibiotics they give you to fight infections. Heck, my stomach can't tolerate a lot of the foods it used to be able to. I love hot and spicy things but now when I eat them, a towering inferno emerges from the depths of my stomach and explodes in my throat, causing me to eat Tums as if they are Sweet Tarts. I don't even want to think about what happens when that burrito I had for lunch finishes the end of it's trek down my digestive system. All that I can tell you is that my family informs me I am often heard screaming in the bathroom; "come on ice cream!" (you're welcome again)

Even though my intestines tell me something else, I still have my mind. Sort of. I'm not entirely sure but I think my short term memory may be going. If I were to be honest here, I believe all of my memory has gone of vacation to Hawaii and decided not to come back. I have lists. I have lists to keep track of my lists. I have seriously thought about buying stock in Post-It-Notes. I use them that much. I am a firm believer that having children destroys your brain cells. By the time I had my second child, they were all gone. Whoosh....just like a dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies you have cooling on the rack. You leave the room for one minute, and WHAM! They are gone. Just like that. Little midget terrorists come and swallow them whole, much like a vacuum cleaner sucks up a marble, only not as noisy.

I tell you this because I want you to know that even though I appear to be falling apart physically, even though mentally, my mind is slower than a golf cart? I couldn't be happier. I have a husband who is wonderful. Beyond my wildest dreams wonderful. I have two children that God decided to bless me with. Two children whom I was deemed not able to conceive. I have a mother and father who love me, who have always loved me, even when I screwed up big time. I have two older brothers who would and will protect me, no matter what and friends who rally around me just when I need it. I have it all. I am grateful. More than I can put into words.

What about you?