That's what I kept telling myself yesterday morning.
My world felt as though it was tilting nearly out of control when I surveyed the large crowd that was waiting for us, with people everywhere reaching out to stop me as I walked by, as I tried desperately to shove my emotions about some news from home down, all the while fighting to function normally on much too little sleep.
I don't do well on too little sleep.
But let me go back to the beginning of the week, so that maybe you can understand where I'm coming from - or better yet, to last Saturday.
We were just leaving Port from picking up supplies for the dentist when Whitney got a phone call from Eugene. A man had shown up needing a catheter put in. Someone was found to do it, but Kara was needing to know where we keep the supplies for it.
During the process of calling and trying to follow the directions to the supplies, a girl showed up that was severely dehydrated and from what we were told,…