I'm still sick. I'm taking medicine like it's my job. I'm convinced there are two types of people in the world. People who take medicine and people who don't. I don't know anyone who is neutral about medicine.
Last night I made a Citrus Pear chicken soup. (Melanee told me about Citrus Pear and I'm grateful. Frozen meals that you cook in the instant pot.) I packed away some for my lunch today. Chicken soup heals, right?
Today is a 12 hour school then parent teacher conference day. It takes all my energy. Last night Mark read the Book of Mormon to me before we went our separate ways. He was reading in 2 Nephi 28
Yea, and there shall be many which shall say: Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die; and it shall be well with us.
Before I went upstairs to bed, Mark kissed my forehead and said, "Go rest. Drink a lot. Rest, drink and be merry so tomorrow you won't die."
Sound advice.
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