As Ashley, etc. noted the other day via Twitter, I haven’t been active on the interwebs lately. I’m touched and flattered that someone would notice. So thanks Ashley. Really thanks. It means a lot.
Things have been a little rough over here. A good friend of mine came to visit last Friday and landed in the hospital. Long time readers and real life friends will remember when I ran the Las Vegas Half Marathon with Team Challenge in honor of Stacey and her battle with Crohn’s disease.
This was her second hospital stay this year and her tenth since 2003. She was understandably upset and frustrated with the turn of events. And, based on observation, I would say this particular hospital tour was just as emotionally challenging as it was physically. But I am not Stacey and her story is not really mine to tell.
The week left me feeling stretched a little too thin. I didn’t want to leave Stacey’s side. After all, her husband, parents and sister were thousands of miles away and couldn’t stop by to hold her hand or watch some HGTV. But Jason was working and I didn’t want Ruby to spend too much time with the germs. So I felt a bit like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Like I needed one of those thingies Hermione Granger had that allowed her to be in two places at once.
But we made it work. Jason cut back on sleep, and I cut back on running and blogging. Stacey was discharged from the hospital Thursday, and I traded her in for my mom on Friday. She assures me she’s doing okay.
Which is more than I can say for myself. I’ve spent the last couple days recovering from what wasn’t even my own hospital stay. Even now I don’t feel like I have the energy even to write a proper post.
So please forgive me for my absence and send Stacey your loving energy.