“Mama, you’re hot!”

CowBoy came in to check on me and tell me he was going outside to play I put my hand under his chin to tell him to be sweet and have fun outside with Betsy (the dog) and his reply, “Mama you’re hot!” Yes, if only that meant what I wish it meant. Right now I am coughing up my second lung. Wishing with each breath the my left lung could get cut out. This hit me fast. Last night I felt a little postnasal drip and had a tickling cough in my throat. Throughout the night I tossed and turned and hacked and wished it was all a dream. Every single inch of me aches. It is hurting to type this. So I will go back to bed and pray for recovery.