After another day long campout at Panera on Tuesday, as we hesitantly decided to start packing things up to return to our cold and dark apartment, I suddenly had this distinct feeling that I should call our home number. I had been doing this every once in awhile, to see if the phone would ring instead of go straight to voicemail...what I thought was a sure sign that our power was still out. And yes, every time it would go straight to voicemail. But this time felt different. So as Eric started shutting down his work on his laptop, I dialed home. Lo and behold...ringing!! The phone was definitely ringing, the normal number of rings and then to voicemail. You can bet we started moving a lot more quickly then, straight out the door and straight home with bated breath. And what did we find...warmth and light. The electricity must have come back on at least an hour or so before, it was so nice and warm...and also to our amazement, our cable had been turned back on too! As Eric set off to start a cleanup (that is still not complete) of the disaster that had taken over our home, I quickly called family and friends to share the good news...
And then I went to bed.
Prednisone, antibiotics, coughing, wheezing, no electricity for four days (cold!)...I just collapsed, completely collapsed.
I started to come to a little bit today, and even did a little dusting and straightening which is so sorely needed around here. I haven't been able to do very much of anything since this whole respiratory problem started months and months ago.
But I am going to share what I think may be some good news...and I'm almost afraid to say it. I think the antibiotics, along with the prednisone, have started to work. That is all I'm going to say for now, just that there seems to be a clearing going on. So I'm sending a giant thank you hug to all who answered my call for healing light, and the return of electricity to our home...one has definitely been restored, and the other is looking like a good, good possibilty...
