What doesn't kill you...

As my loving hubby calls it, I seem to have gotten some sort of creeping crud. I didn't have a head cold or feel bad in any way. Suddenly, I have mega chest congestion. I feel like I am weighted down and labor to take a breath. I cough a bit to try to clear it, but it doesn't help.

I looked for any medicine for just chest congestion in our medicine cabinet, but didn't find anything. So I took Nyquil. Talk about overkill.

Anyway, my husband was laying on the bed reading earlier, and I laid down next to him and started snuggling in. When I told him I felt bad he tried to push me off of him accusing me (jokingly) of trying to give it to him.

The Nyquil helped ease my chest congestion, but it knocked me our for over an hour. I've slept SO MUCH in the last 24 hours.

It's a stormy and gloomy day, so I guess it's a good time to be sick. I just want it gone by tomorrow so that work and physical therapy go smoothly.

Still, I am somewhat excited to see that we really are near the end of my breast reconstruction. By the end of the year, it will be a distant memory. Just a tad more expansion, and then at the end of November we will do the final surgery to replace the expander with an implant and do some shaping. Throughout this whole process, I have taken pictures and had my reconstructive surgeon's photographer print out the pictures they have taken. I've finally dug out all of my scrapbooking supplies so that I can start putting them all into a 'memory book' showing the transition. It's been a long road, but not having the sword of breast or ovarian cancer hanging over my head.

Physically, I feel sick. Mentally, I'm in a pretty good place :)