2 birthdays, pneumonia, and an empty gas tank

Much of the month of May was a pneumonia-fest for me. Good times. Two days after being diagnosed with pneumonia I decided I was well enough to teach back-to-back yoga classes. Not smart. I walked out of the studio, and was greeted by one of the worst thunderstorms I've seen since returning to Austin. Once I reached my car, I was soaked to the bone. During the drive home (at about 20 mph since the visibility was about 3 feet) I shared a mental narrative with the universe. It went something like this:

"Hello, Erin. This is the universe calling. You have pneumonia. This is not a joke. I am trying to make it as clear as possible. You need to go home. Take a warm bath. Get into bed. Do not get out of bed for approximately 4 days. Do you understand?"

Robert got that message too. He organized everything so I could stay in bed from Thursday to Monday. Ah-mazing.

I think I missed one of the earlier signs the universe threw my way when I ran out of gas. Literally. 2 blocks from a gas station, my car just stopped. That was 3 days before I finally went back to the doctor. Just like my car, my personal gas tank was empty, empty, empty. The universe speaks to me in metaphors sometimes.

Many things learned:

 + I am hard headed.
 + I need to listen more to my body.
 + It is hard for me to ask for help.
 + Once help is requested, it is gladly provided by family and friends.
 + I miss and love being able to sleep during the day.
 + I miss and love running around with my kids when I can't.
 + I do believe in Western medicine (at times).
 + Cartilage between your ribs can bruise. It hurts like crazy.

It's too bad this hit me during the month of May. Both Coda and Clove celebrated their birthdays. I am now the mom to a 5 year old and a 2 year old.