I was so rattly and yucky last night, I hate nights like that because it's hard to get to sleep. My brain doesn't want to shut down when I can hear my chest rattle with every breath. These are the nights when Benadryl is my friend. I'm feeling better this morning, and considerably less rattle-y so I'm hopeful I'm on the mend (again) and will have a good day.

The kids want to go swimming, sure to be a recurring theme this summer, and I might just take them! Hubby is not working this weekend, no tournament to go to for once, so if the sleepyheads ever get out of bed we might just pack a picnic lunch and find a nice, cool, blue tub of water somewhere. I was thinking about this as I woke up this morning, and thinking back to a year ago at this time. I think I was in the hospital for about the sixth time of 2007 at this time last year, and I still hadn't done the open lung biopsy. They still had no clue what was wrong, why I wasn't getting better, and I was having a very difficult time functioning at all.

This summer, at least I'm somewhat functional and can enjoy the lovely (hot, humid) weather with the kids rather than sitting in a stupid hospital room watching the world go by outside the window. I keep thinking about last year and I can't believe how bad I felt then in comparison to now. I have to remind myself of that on my bad days, because I am better than I *was* at least, even if I'm not where I'd like to be.

Think I will try to take the kidlets to the wave pool or something today, they'll have a blast which will make me happy, and if I'm tired at the end of the day at least I'll have a good reason for it!