Today has been an unholy scramble of messes from the time the alarm went off until just minutes ago. The morning was filled with madly trying to build web pages for one project while hitting the panic button on many different items on another one.
In the end, there turned out to be no need for panic and all was fine but it was hair for awhile.
Gratefully, I had a swim class and boy did I need it - the break and the swimming. It was a good class. The people in the class are such fun and the instructor is so great. Although he did tell us today that come next quarter (January), things might change meaning he might not be our teacher or the class may be moved. Instantly I reached for the panic button and then realized... what.ev change won't kill me. I'll still be in the pool.
Mostly I am so thrilled about my regained ability to breathe. Honestly, I thought my breathing days were over. I thought I had permanently broken the pipes. I worry about COPD because of watching Mom. I smoked - with a true talent for it - for more than 40 years. I'm fat. Broken breathing could easily be my lot.
My current ability to breathe well may be dependent on the prednizone and that could be a problem but at least I know that the equipment still can work as designed and that is huge.
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Sheri came by with yet more info on the living room project. It's going to be so cool. She is so good with all the details and thinking about all the things I would never think of that take it from ok to so cool. And it helps that I'm far more relaxed about it all this time.
Next checkpoint is in two or three weeks.
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