I woke up suddenly during last night, drenched in sweat and with a horrible taste in my mouth. I thought it was kind of weird, but turned over and went back to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I felt incredibly tired and bleary-eyed, but forced myself to go through the motions of getting ready for the day anyway, because that's my job.
So I slogged my way through a shower, drying my hair and putting on make-up. I knelt down for my morning prayers and could not form a cohesive thought to pray about. I got up and made me some toast with extra jam and then laid down in bed in hopes that the food would make me feel better.
I became more dizzy as time went on, and Michael ended up staying home from work so I could go to the doctor. This happens from time to time, ever since I was a teenager, but it's now at the point where it's happening more often, and I have a husband who needs to be able to go to work and I have my own school to run.
They drew my blood and I'm waiting for the results. I spent the rest of the day laying down and trying to not to puke.
This is why I don't have an awesome post to share with you today.
Which is too bad, because life is pretty good 'round these parts. I love spring so much! Everything is vibrant and growing and beautiful. My favorite time of year.
Perhaps I can share more with you later this week. :)