Making the Turn

No, not like in football when you want your running back to head up the field, but when you are so deathly ill that you feel like you know the fate of the rest of your life and you make that turn to feeling better. After so many days of feeling like death and finding myself up at 2:30 in the morning coughing and sniffling watching Cosby reruns I decided to knock myself out with some Nyquil last night. I'm still sick but not deathly so. I got a great nights sleep and I think I'm on my way back to the Leah we all know and love.