Sometimes I really get sick & tired of being sick & tired. 

Yesterday was really bad, some friends stopped in and I wanted in the worst way to get up and give them a hug, but all I could do was lay there in my chair and wave.  I don't even know if I smiled, if I did, it was more than likely my sick smile, which everyone who sees it, knows I am faking wellness. 

Today I wanted in the worst way to be at the meeting, but this migraine won't leave me alone.  I did manage to get it down so that it isn't full blown, but not by much.

So I missed, what I am sure was a great talk.  Plus, I know the WT lesson was fabulous too.  Then my mom invited us over for lunch after the meeting, but I won't make that either.  I really could have used that spiritual encouragement.  Well, it will just have to wait until the D.C.

I am choosing not to think about the challenge the D.C. will be, because, I know "the power beyond what is normal" will get me through it.  I do dread the drive home on Sunday though.  For many years we would stay at the hotel Sunday night, and head home the next morning.  Since I have been sick, this has been vital as I needed the bed rest to be able to travel back home.  This year, the brothers didn't arrange for Sunday night to be included in the reduced rates and we just can't afford the extra night, so we will go home after the DC Sunday.  I am going to have to take a lot of pain meds to handle it.  Perhaps enough to just knock me out.  Oh, good idea!