That's how I spent most of my day today. After almost four weeks of feeling like a 12 oz. jar filled with 14 oz. of crap and three doctor visits, the correct combination of steroids, antiboitics, and nebulizer treatments was established and I'm starting to feel like the rock that was sitting on my chest is getting chipped away.
That was written about six hours ago. I left to join the human race and have dinner with my wife and son, play a little blocks and cars, and watch a movie huddled under the blankets. And now I'm exhausted and don't want to risk getting sicker by not getting enough sleep, so what I really wanted to write about will have to wait until tomorrow.