So, we have been back from Jamaica for about two weeks. Words cannot even describe the time we had there! Breakfast delivered by our butlers every morning. Delivered to our patio overlooking the tropical magic and the beach! The relaxation of not having to worry about a thing every day. Dinner, done. Area you want to be all day, done. Cabana, done. I still get worked up into tears just wanting to be back there. I swear I still smell the smells I had there on my clothes and from being outside. No phones, no internet, no work, no worries. 
I did not know the next day we were in paradise, Joey would get sick. I teased him telling him he indulged a tad too much on his first day of the all inclusive, but as time ticked on, I realized this was not the case. Joey was a trooper though, endured day by day of this wicked stomach flu.
Little did I know, the day before we left, I would fall to the same ailment as Joey had. Yes folks, I traveled from the paradise of Jamaica with a stomach flu! Throwing up on our travels back to Miami only to find our flight canceled and only to be faced with an eight hour layover in Miami. Thank goodness the persistence of Joey ended up with us on stand-by to Tampa, only to have poor Joey drive back to TIA to retrieve luggage, in the worst down pour I have seen in ages. But I could be sick in the comfort of our own home!
One last of the magic…
Now, for my bitch, ruin the greatness post! I have been sick every day since we have been back. The stomach flu took a bit to get rid of, but that has given way to some type of funk. The doctors call it bronchitis, I call it hell. 15 days of constant sickness is a tad crazy! I eat healthy and tend to lead a healthy lifestyle, but no thanks to me, how my mother chose to live her life when she was pregnant and my subsequent childhood I can not shake this sickness.
I finally broke down and went to see a doctor and they call it Bronchitis. This is good and bad. It’s not serious, but my childhood dealing with Pneumonia and all sorts of respiratory illnesses, fighting anything like this off takes lots of energy and lots of time. I am tired. I am sore. I am sick of being sick and spending all day coughing and coughing and coughing. I finally have meds. I refuse to take antibiotics, yet. I am well aware of what constitutes an infection, or something that warrants taking antibiotics, and I know, I have not reached that point. However, one can only cough so often and so long…
