I'd like to say thank you to all friends who sent me wonderful emails asking me not to die, honestly at one point, that was an actual goal of mine (or at least the threat of death felt real enough that I thought maybe I should be concerned). But, I beat it, whatever it was. When I returned to my doctor's office on Friday he said something that I'm glad he said, "you aren't supposed to get worse after seeing me, so apparently I didn't do my job well enough" to which I could only reply, "hey, you said it, not me!" But we both determined that I probably came in a little early too as my symptoms when I first came in was no indication that I was going to blow up into full blown tonsillitis and double ear infection which only led me to coughing dry coughs until I tore a chunk (ok, ok, really small, but it felt huge) of my throat which I coughed up one night and going through a near coma with fevers as high as 105 degrees.

So, I got 4 shots in the hips. People usually say butt, but these were no where near my butt, That 2nd shot was a bitch! While pregnant I had to get steroid shots for Nikk when I was in pre-term labor and I remember equating it to having peanut butter trying to go through my skin. Well, it was pretty much like that all over again. But, the shots helped and I feel totally apart of the human race again, so I really won't complain too much.

But since the whole sick thing took me out of commission for almost a full week I'm having to play a lot of catch up with work and school. I finished up my research paper for my criminology class yesterday, I'll probably do a few finishing touches throughout the week and then turn it in next week before finals. And, I've found a little motivator for potty training Nikk with stickers, so he's gone twice just this morning. Although, at the moment while I'm typing this he's throwing a small temper tantrum because I won't give him the entire book of stickers.

So, time to get off this computer and get moving....