DH is out of the hospital. They let him out yesterday. He's been okay, but very restless. He's tired, but not sleeping to much. He got on the scales and I was shocked to see that he has lost 30 pounds. My goodness, 30 pounds. That's alot. His stomach is still swollen from the sickness. I bet by the time all the swelling goes down he will have lost 40 pounds. The big man that I married is all little now, it's scarey. His appetite is coming back though, he ate good tonight so I'm hoping after a month or so he'll start to put some weight back on.

The bad news, I've gotten sick. I had a sinus infection prior to him going in the hospital and apparently all the stress and running here and there of all of this has worn me down. Today I am wondering if I have pneumonia. I don't know yet, I'm jumping the gun self diagnosing. But I feel like crap, I'm just spent. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow though.

We have got to get better! Enough is enough.

No matter what is going on all I can say is I give this glory to God. He really pulled DH through this one. There was a time or two we questioned if he was going to make it. I actually looked at my mom at one point and asked her if I was going to lose my husband. She shook her head and just held me until we both stopped crying. He's home now, so no matter what is thrown at us won't matter. All that does is he is home and getting better, and I am the woman with him.

Thanks to all of you who kept up with all that was going on with us. This has truley been the worst 16 days of my life. And you were there to talk to and keep my mind settled. I appreciate all the kind words, all the pms, all the texts! DH and I both thank you for the prayers, good thoughts, and internet well wishing!

I'm mushy feeling right now so I'll stop right there before I get accused of being trashed or something! LOL! But seriously, thanks.