I'm still alive . . .

I'm still here, no real death beds for me. It still hurts and I can't hear out of my left ear. Hopefully that will go away in the next couple of weeks. I'm still plagued with burning lungs, jaw pain, and general tiredness. Aaahh. I hate feeling like this. And I especially feel bad for the kids because we're not at the park as often as we should be before it gets too hot. But who knows, maybe Cory will feel like celebrating when I'm better and take us to Great America or San Fran or painting the house (it's been a long time coming). He finds any occassion to celebrate. Lucky for me!