What is it with me and being sick?
I don't know how many days...or really months I have spent in bed.
Sick.
At least I am in the Continental United States.
And not in a completely foreign bed.
Yay for pit packs, damp cloths, orange Gatorade and being able to just breath.

Even though I do not know how I got here...I'm grateful to have made it.

I can't wait to see a smile...help return it...and brighten that day.