I came home from the doctors, ate a bowl of leftover chicken soup, and crashed.
I was feeling pretty miserable, and forced myself to admit that I was not up to teaching swimming.
So, just before I went to bed, I sent an email canceling classes.
I fell asleep around noon and woke up just before 4:30 pm!
I did not expect to sleep that long!
I frantically checked my email and made a few calls to make sure that all my parents were aware that classes were cancelled.
Then I crawled back under my covers.
At about 7:00 pm, Y came in and we talked a bit and watched sit-coms for a bit. We even had a really meaningful conversation during the commercials. (strange, but true)
A few minutes before 8:00 pm, I realized that I wasn't going to the laughter workshop.
Had a friend been available to drive, I probably would have gone anyway.
But it was a real "gam zu l'tova" (all for the best) situation.
I was disappointed, but I knew it was the right decision.
I got out of bed, had a bite to eat, and directed my kids to bed (better late than never).
Now I will take some more drugs, thank you very much, and go back to bed.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,