On Friday, I tried to quilt the last row at the frame and jammed the machine up big time. I tried to fix it and failed. Then
I went afterwards to watch a friend's child for a few hours and really began to feel off. I had struggled with breathing all week. By evening I began running a fever and when I woke up Saturday morning, I knew I needed help. Off to find a place open on Saturday! It is so hard. When I finally was seen, it isn't Covid but it is bronchitis--thankful to God for medicines! I slept the rest of the day away and most of today, too.
I have high hopes for tomorrow!