I Don't Want To Go On the Cart!

So. I'm not dying.

(Don't laugh. There was a moment or two this last week where my impending demise seemed...well...impending.)

By a small miracle I managed to haul myself to the doctors office where I was plied with many wonderful medicinal wares. The Canadian in me was, of course, overcome with gratitude. It really is so much better to be able to take whatever you want when death approaches. (An open apology to my friends who recently faced their own illnesses while expecting bambinos: Sorry. That sucks.)

Today I:

• made my bed
• showered

(And believe me...those two items thrilled me beyond belief.)

Tomorrow I hope to:

• make my bed
• shower
• AND start catching up on my blog

I know. Awesome.