I haven't performed my act of service yet today and it's nearly 8:00 pm. I found out this morning that I am diabetic so I've had a full day of wallowing in self pity, disgust, fear and embarrassment. I also ended up taking my baby to the doctor again as his fever went back up and he is again lethargic and dehydrated. The doctor actually kind of freaked me out, as he is not sure just what is wrong with Jack but, to use his words, "There is definitely something wrong." Awesome. My faith in the medical profession is a little shaky today.
This is the part of the day where I dry my tears, put on my big girl panties and head into my sewing room to fold a pile of laundry that I washed for a friend last week. It's time to focus on something other than my upcoming chocolate withdrawals and Jack's appointment tomorrow, where he will have a chest x-ray and more blood work.
I'm counting on this laundry to pull me out of my funk. Go team service!