One bright spot started my day. When I did my Body Test with the Wii, my balance was perfectly centered. The Walking Test showed I had perfect balance when I walked. 100%. I got all the way through the Prediction Test without hitting any of the obstacles. My Wii Fit Age was 20. If only reality reflected all of that. I wouldn’t want to be 20 again but, physically, it would be nice.
And now to the dumps. Walmart has my prescription all ready to go but I can’t pick it up. ALDI has blueberries for $1.29 a pint but it makes no sense for me to print the ad. I can’t grocery shop. I’m down to one banana. Cuz told me to let her know if I need anything since my CIL, according to her, “runs the roads”. That would still leave me where I am. Stuck.
In the meantime, I’ll sit here and have a pity party.
Today has been much like the rest. Quiet time. Feed the Catz. Feed me. Stick used dishes in the dishwasher. Run to the bathroom. Walk to the bathroom. Drink water. Cough. Peruse Facebook. Read the news. Watch clips of same.
My contact with the outside world is limited to an online presence. The phone is out. When I talk, I cough. The same if someone visits. I cough. They talk. I’m supposed to be thankful for what I have. I have two lungs that don’t work the way a 72 year old woman’s should. Lungs are a must for a decent life. If a person can’t breathe, a person can’t have a normal life.
The editor says I’m “tethered”. That’s true. Everywhere I go, I trail 50 feet of tubing. Often, it will get caught on things I pass. I have to remember to go back the way I went in the first place. No going in the kitchen through the right entry and out the left into the dining room. If I go through the right, I have to come out the right. The same with the left.
When I was being prepped for my bronchoscopy (and, no, I haven’t gotten the results yet), the nurse was asking me all sorts of psychological questions. “Do you ever feel like life isn’t living?” No. “Do you have suicidal thoughts?” No. “Are you depressed?” Well, not being able to breathe IS quite depressing. She agreed that would be true.
The inventor of the O2 Ear Buddies has my gratitude. I don’t look beautiful. No, I don’t even look presentable with my headband slicking my hair back and then it sticking up all over but I’m comfortable. Sore ears are no fun and they can get that way in spite of 2X2 gauze pads or anything else I tried.
So…let’s take stock. So much in the “blah” column and Ear Buddies in the plus. Oh, well. I do have something right here, right now that I can be thankful for.
Speaking of being thankful, I’ll have to admit I still have it better than most of the residents of Planet Earth. And Jesus died for me. What more can I say?