Getting My Bearings

I'm here to tell you the old saying "you can't get any rest in a hospital" still holds true. I've felt like a complete zombie since we got home Thursday night! Friday and yesterday were spent staring off into space--I told Clayton I didn't want to expend any unnecessary energy! Of course, by last night, he was feeling more than a little bored. He is acting like his old self again except for a bad cough and congestion--he's still needing more oxygen, but that doesn't bother me because he's acting normal.

I went to church this morning and left Brian and Clayton in the bed--Brian is still running fever off and on. I'll be glad when he feels better because Clayton doesn't understand why Daddy doesn't get close to him or hold him. We had a good service but I snuck out during the Benediction so I wouldn't have to talk to too many people--I know that people love and care about Clayton and they want to know all about him--but I can only handle going through the story a few times. I get so worn out emotionally that I go to the car crying if I talk to too many people about it. So I just choose to back out quietly. Hope no one gets too upset, but I guess that's just my way of coping.

Anyway, I'm off to eat a good meal at my Mom's--chicken and rice, fried okra, pinto beans, bread, and I'm sure some more goodies. My kind of meal! She's already made us a banana pudding this weekend and it was DELICIOUS! In fact, it's almost all gone!!

Here's to a better week than the last . . . .