susandennis | Enough for me

Last year that lung guy my cute doctor sent me to see, got my breathing up to 60-75% with drugs (from about 45-50%). He then wanted to test for a month and have me come back for more tests and different drugs to get it even better. But the guy was such a douche. And by that time I'd had 6 months of tests and costs and I was done. So I didn't go back.

Now I've lived this year that way and, you know what? It's ok. When I'm not sick - like now, I think I've got all I need. I'm not interested in climbing 30 flights of stairs or running a 5K race. I want to be able to walk downtown, do a couple of flights of stairs, handle an incline without panting and swim.

And do stuff without help. This morning, I took the 400 pound 3 inch foam topper off my bed. And I cut it up into storable pieces that I will likely toss later but for now am keeping for whatever reason.

And I turned the mattress around and changed the sheets on the bed.

NO panting. I handled it all by myself with no problem at all. That's all I want. The ability to do stuff like that on my own.

And I've got it. And I'm grateful.