Most of you know me quite well. I am a staunch believer in that adage. I believe to the core of my fiber that what you think is what you are. If you think you can do it, if you can dream it, if you work hard enough, with God's help, you can achieve it. If you think you are sick, you are...blah, blah, blah....you know. You have heard it a million times. Jay's patented response was, "Mom, I can never play in the NBA, no matter how much I believe I can!" Leave it to Jay...right?
As I am trying to prepare for this Montana trip of mine, I'll be darned if some old nasty bug didn't siddle up beside me and bushwack me! For the last three days, I have been dosing myself with homeopathic cures, drinking water like a camel, refusing to give in. I still will not, but today am willing to concede that maybe, just maybe, I need chemicals...okay BRING EM ON! I feel like I am drowning in drainage...if you get the picture...and it is not a pretty one, but that is as graphic as I am going to be.
So, I went to the drugstore and bought Claritin with decongestant. They sell it from behind the counter at the pharmacy..."am I sure I want to do this?" I felt a bit like a convict (I am not sure why). As the woman behind the counter was writing my name, I read the other names upside down, just to make sure I wasn't already there! Well, I figured, Jennifer takes it on a regular basis. She is a health nut, I am sure it is fine. The really good news is that I am no longer drowning, but I sure do feel odd. This is not something I would like to depend on at all...glad Jennifer is getting her crooked nose fixed so that she can stay off of this stuff.
The bottom line is the part where I say "with God's help"...well, He helped me realize I needed something more if I wanted to function at a level to allow me to leave on time!