I had never been sick so much as I was while we were in America. It seemed like every time I turned around we were canceling some appointment or something cause one of us was sick. It was insane. We thought that maybe we just weren’t used to the American germ strains anymore. Who knows.

Now that we’re home, I’m sick. Again. Chris got something… a bad cough among other things, while we were in Florida (of all places). I was fine. Fine while he fought it. Fine when we got back to Mom & Dad’s and Mom had bronchitis and Dad & Adam came down with some flu, fine through all of it. Then we left. Then we got home. Yeah, home! Then I got sick. And I think it’s the same thing that Chris had and is actually still fighting the remnants of… praise the Lord for Riga Black Balsams. (Now there’s a sentence you don’t see everyday!)

So, yeah, my first week home, and I’m sick. Again. I can’t wait to be over this and get out and see more of my friends! But I guess that will have to wait. Maybe God is just helping me keep some boundaries so I don’t become all work-a-holic the first week we’re back. Instead, I’m spending a lot of time sleeping (not good for fighting jetlag), watching some movies, catching up on my blog (LOL), and slowly unpacking and moving back into my apartment.

I’ll still be glad when I’m over this, though!