It’s been hard to make it through the day. My sister sent love and good wishes for a respite from my coughing. I could handle the coughing if I didn’t feel as weak as water. These days, I need to plan getting up and going to the bathroom. It shouldn’t be that way.
This morning, I managed to get the rest of the lessons proofed so I don’t have them to think about. Now, all I’ll have to do is the helps, anchors and links. I can’t do them until the SA guy puts them in WordPress.
The nurse from the pulmonologist’s office called again and said she’d told the doctor what I wanted to talk about. He wants me to go in so we can discuss options. I checked with Cuz and she said she can take me and gave me the dates she can’t be available. By the time I got around to calling back, the office was closed.
Later, I crept around and put dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the commode seat. That wore me out. The bed is still cranked up and ready for sleep so I crawled in. I went sound asleep and got up I-don’t-know-how-long after to go to the bathroom. When I was through in there, I went back to bed and was kind of betwixt and between when I felt something tickling my toe. I looked up and there was The Elf, grinning at me.
I was told to stay where I was while TE launched into the house like a whirling dervish. In the space of a few hours’ time, more was done than I could have accomplished in a week. These days, a week doesn’t seem long enough, actually. God’s Children come in all shapes and sizes.
Part of the last hour, I was in Mother’s chair. “How can you sleep?” The Elf demanded. I’m not sleeping. I just don’t have the energy to hold my head up and my eyes open. And, no, that isn’t an exaggeration.
Bed is calling me again so I’m going to wind this up and do a breathing treatment. Eating has been hard to do today but I had pretty much the same thing I had yesterday. My taste buds are still wacky. I need a tongue transplant.