Why is it we worry as much about our sick adult kids as we did our sick little kids? And why is it that even when we are sick as an adult, we still want our mom?
The Mr. is driving to Big City to bring L home for a long weekend. Her breathing machine is making the trip with her. Maybe by the end of the weekend, she will have her voice back and feel at least 80% better. (She really wants to go back to school on Monday. I know that she has been worrying about her classroom, and that doesn't help her recovery one bit.)
TLC time for one worn out kid.