In the evening 6 girls came to the manse for their sleep-over. I was grateful that they were a 'calmer' group than last time. We watched a DVD, ate pop corn, I chatted a bit with the girls about choices they make in their lives, then made necklaces and scooby doos,![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii7HC6NnhcNWDfvK6e395m00bq3t6xWcPazAuCNdIQGw-VGXLjld_kI8GNEf6vz9PdaunMi62I1oagcC6ydqRgjkhYCvNI3jRoC02xf-49yTtT0lo1c41kusZeFg1qjL9tHJ3Ov4U8dUF9/s320/003.JPG)
then watched another DVD, chatted,
and ate more pop corn. Finally, when it was way past time to go to sleep, I started getting the shivers, then a raging head ache, and a fever. I thanked the Lord that they were such an easy group. At 6am, I got up from the sofa that I had been sleeping on in the lounge, and crept up to my room, where I could lie under a ceiling fan, and try to cool down.
The girls woke at about 10am, but were reluctant to leave. I felt awful (physically) - sweat was pouring from my face as I tried to serve them breakfast. I tried to put on a cheerful face while encouraging them to leave.
As soon as they had left, I collapsed in a heap and slept the rest of the next 2 days and nights (including Graeme's birthday on Monday) On Tuesday I was slightly better, but went to see the doctor. Finally, on Tues night, the fever broke. What a waste of 3 days that I was planning on doing so much in... Yet, God reminded me again, how we take our health for granted when we are well, and plan our lives as if we were our own masters.
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