every day thanks giving
Nov. 22nd, 2012 09:57 amI live the life I always wanted and every day I am struck by how amazingly lucky I am. Several times, every day, I am stuck by how thankful I am for things big and small. And today is no different.
But because it's Thanksgiving, I'm going to celebrate with a lovely brunch at one of my favorite places and, probably, a walk around this neighborhood or that one. The pool is closed until Saturday so I need to remember to move so that come Saturday I can.
My breathing seems to be getting a little worse every day. The other day, one of my swim buddies, upon hearing me cough, said 'boy, you really are having a hard time getting rid of that, aren't you?' And I told her that I'm pretty sure this is not going to go away at all but just gradually get worse. I keep thinking that part of it is because I move so little but when I moving around a lot makes it worse and I want to save it for when I really want to do something. Part of me, too, wonders if all these inhalers are really doing good work or working against me or each other. On the other hand, I have zero interest in going to specialists and doing tests and racking up medical bills. So mostly, this discussion with myself ends up with - at least you don't have a burning desire to run a marathon or do cross country skiing and you don't have to do stuff you can't and you aren't hooked up to oxygen and you really did enjoy smoking and a little coughing is no big deal - so shut up. And I then I do.
And now, I think I'm going to get up and get showered and get dressed and head out.
But because it's Thanksgiving, I'm going to celebrate with a lovely brunch at one of my favorite places and, probably, a walk around this neighborhood or that one. The pool is closed until Saturday so I need to remember to move so that come Saturday I can.
My breathing seems to be getting a little worse every day. The other day, one of my swim buddies, upon hearing me cough, said 'boy, you really are having a hard time getting rid of that, aren't you?' And I told her that I'm pretty sure this is not going to go away at all but just gradually get worse. I keep thinking that part of it is because I move so little but when I moving around a lot makes it worse and I want to save it for when I really want to do something. Part of me, too, wonders if all these inhalers are really doing good work or working against me or each other. On the other hand, I have zero interest in going to specialists and doing tests and racking up medical bills. So mostly, this discussion with myself ends up with - at least you don't have a burning desire to run a marathon or do cross country skiing and you don't have to do stuff you can't and you aren't hooked up to oxygen and you really did enjoy smoking and a little coughing is no big deal - so shut up. And I then I do.
And now, I think I'm going to get up and get showered and get dressed and head out.