Soooo.... As I am still generally in bed sick (I get out of breath too easily to do otherwise), Mommy is not 100% (although certainly performing household duties like she is), and Elsie is well, also sick, that makes almost half of our family ill. So, what happens when some feel well enough to do crazy things and others don't care to watch? In our house, the pet goldfish (and snail, too) end up in the refrigerator, the playroom gets reorganized, and Emma and Willa are just coming in from outdoors at 11 o'clock.
I am posting this during/right after my breathing treatment thingy, which the doctor said could make me giddy if I breath too deeply. And guess what?? I just breathed deeply the whole time! :-)
You know, when you are sick with pneumonia, you start to miss certain things you would normally take for granted. For example, yawning. Today I yawned and realized that I haven't yawned since I was sick-- it was a great feeling to yawn. I've now done it twice. You also miss being able to go from the bedroom to the bathroom (a ten foot walk) without having to catch your breath when you get there. And exercise! Oh how I miss it! Soon enough, soon enough, I guess. Thanks so much for your prayers by the way, I'm rapidly improving.
The tradition in our house is that every night at dinner, Daddy has to say something SO funny, that I (Olivia) laugh so hard I'm crying. Usually I can take this pretty well, just taking deep breaths and giggling hard afterwards. The problem I had last night, though, was that I can't take deep breaths. I started coughing of course, but also went on one of my infrequent giggling (really laughing so hard I can't breath) breakdowns where, like the scene in Mary Poppins where they meet the old gentleman whose laughing so hard he's floating and can't stop because whatever anybody says throws him into harder laughing (REALLY bad grammar there, sorry), whatever anybody says, I laugh really hard about. Last night, though, Seth really threw me into the fit when we were sitting there discussing passages on servanthood and Seth looks across the table and says, "Emma, what's in your nose?" with the most sincere countenance and voice. And then later he again randomly said, "Eagles swoop down and pick up cows and EAT THEM!" with much boy enthusiasm. I'm still giddy as I'm sitting here giggling! By that point (Daddy said some funny things too, but I don't really remember what), I had completely lost it and had tears streaming down my face and hands, I was sweating (I NEVER sweat), and I was coughing SOOO hard. Of course, everybody else was laughing, too, but definatly not as hard as me. Once I had composed myself a little, Willa came late to dinner and asked what everyone was laughing about, so we had to tell her. You know what happened, right? I started coughing.
I actually don't remember where I was going with that. I'm probably just posting this when I'm supposed to be sleeping (being the sickling and all) because I feel really bad I haven't posted in a while. So.
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