I am so sick. I started feeling bad last Sunday a couple of hours after I got home from church. By Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I knew things had gotten bad and that I had pneumonia. I went in to the clinic on Wednesday morning and fought my way through my appointment, finally getting the doctor to agree to do a chest x-ray. She came back to tell me that my lungs looked terrible and that I needed to go to bed and do nothing else.

It's Global Thunder right now, which is a big yearly exercise during which almost everyone is on twelve-hour shifts every day including weekends. Ben was able to talk to his boss and has been going in for three hours in the morning then coming home for the rest of the day. I was hoping that I would be feeling well enough by today for him to work more, but I really don't feel that I'm getting better at all. Sometimes I just get so frustrated that I can't take care of my family because I get so sick. Ben was able to take a nap this afternoon while Tyler napped and the kids watched movies with me. It took a little bit of the guilt away, but not much.