G-O-N-E GONE like Uncle Zeb sang

My fever (I owned it, okay, not vice versa.) which was my companion the past three days, which dragged me by the internals like an overenthusiastic alien up up and away to 41 C and the woozies, my fever which had me perched in a compromised position over our japanese toilet with a muscle cramp in my thigh and the convulsies* all over *like the shakes during transition, only less scary and more funny. The cramp was like a cramp, case you were wondering. my yucky yucky fever has gone back to where Jesus makes all bad things go when they've run their course. And oh, it feels so good.
Like a good run-on sentence with no regrets.
Sure, I still have a nagging cough, leukemia lips, and a feeling not unlike that of one who has been squished by a slow train, but it still feels so good.
If you did, thank you so much for praying for me.
Michelle pounced on me when she woke up, and when Mark admonished her about mommy being sick she snuggled up and told me, "Don't worry, Mommy, I hold you." Worth every ache for moments like that, and all the awesome Word I got to read. Can't get enough, it is impossible. I may have just had my first ever week long feast! Yeeehaw!