Saturday, March 28, 2009
I've pretty much not left the bed or the couch since Thursday evening when we came home. Brad's insisting that I not lift a finger and save my energy. He's an incredible support. I know this must eat at him too. In fact, he was visibly upset on the drive to the ER. I just wanted to hug him and say "it's okay" but the truth is, in those moments it's not okay. It's scary as heck not being able to breathe. Even scarier when it hurts to breath and move at the same time.
I better go get some rest.