sick day.

Spending the night in the ER was not a fun experience. I have a phobia of hospitals, needles, and doctors - three things I had no choice but to quickly get over. I brought along Ted (my quilt) and Brittney and Alison were so great to stay with me and help me the whole time - sometimes just holding my hand when they stuck me with needles. Today I just feel exhausted. My muscles are all sore and my arms are still weak. But I have all the things I need to get better - my teachers have been gracious about allowing me rest time and I have had so many people stop by to bring me crackers and medicine. There are flowers by my bed to keep me happy. I feel so loved and so thankful for people who care about me. It's in times like these when you realize just how much you have. I don't know how I'll ever be able to express how thankful I am for all the kindness shown...without sounding like a cheesy Hallmark card. Sometimes I think it can only be an unspoken understanding. You both know it inside and sometimes can express it in your eyes, but words will never explain. Experiences like these make friendships even sweeter and deeper. I have a hurting body, but a happy heart.