Around 6 my energy had plummeted. I used my reserves to make dinner and help with bedtime. We went to bed and I felt like myself. I laid down without worry that my skin would ooze. We watched a movie and I wasn't even itchy. I felt great! What a glorious day! In the back of my mind, I prepared for the next day. I did not think this was the mark of continued improvement. I somehow knew this was just a God given reprieve of my suffering and it was well earned and well appreciated.
Here is how I looked most of Day 75....
A little red... a little flakey... but doable!!
Here is how I look today, day 76.....
Oh, you heard this, too?
Anyway, day 75 also brought a funny experience with my daughter. She calls the white flakes on my face "dots"... this was our exchange:
Daughter: Mom, can i draw you??
Me: of course!
|Complete with Dots|
5 minutes later...
Daughter: Look! I drew you all better! No more dot-itis! (said like Bronchitis but with dot)
I think that is what it shall be called from this day forward... Dot-itis.
And can you even handle how cute my kids are. Ugh.