Anemic

This morning I woke up anemic. At least, that's my diagnosis. I sat like a drugged woman next to Victor, holding his neb mask and staring blankly at the singing children (affectionately labeled by Victor). I could barely hold myself sitting upright. Ben made me a smoothie with spinach and literally within 2 drinks, I was able to smile at my son and bob my head to the music. The body is a complex and amazing creation.