January 2nd, 2018

At least I can sleep

I slept the perfect sleep last night. I didn't even get up to pee one time and zero coughing. Being a little short of breath in the morning is not at all unusual, so when I was short of breath this morning I didn't worry. I put my suit on and went down to the car where I quickly figured out, this was not usual. I had to sit for a full two minutes to catch my breath before I could do anything. I debated and decided that swimming wasn't happening. I came back up here, took off my suit and went back to bed where I slept soundly for nearly another two hours.

When I'm lying down or sitting (like now), all is fine - perfectly fine. When I try to do anything else, there just isn't enough air to make that possible. I sent a note to Dr. Lung. I can say more and say it more clearly in a note plus, it's only now 7:30 and so too early to call. His staff will get the note when they get in. But, I probably won't hear anything until this afternoon. I'm hoping for more prednizone but this time with a double shot at the beginning and maybe 10 days instead of 5. I'd rather not go see him but if that's what it takes... at least I have Dr. Lung and I trust him.

I do need to do something besides sit and stand today. There is yesterday's laundry to fold up and put away and I want to sort out my yarn situation and there is sewing to do. I'm not really motivated to do much of any of it but moving around will be much better than not. So I will.

Sometime this week I need to take a load of toys/dolls/bears to the baby place. I just looked and now see that the handy place I used before is now closed - no surprise, they are redeveloping that whole block. The bad news is that their other location is really out of the way. The good news is that their other location is just around the block from the dollar store which is always fun and even better news, also around the block from Popeyes! That's some karma rewarding right there.

We have some red skies this morning... pretty.


Waiting waiting waiting

No word from Dr. Lung's office. Seems like I remember last time I sent a note, a woman from his office called about 2 pm. It's after that now but, it's also the first day after a long weekend after two holiday weeks, I suspect they are a bit busy today. I hope they call/respond but if they don't it won't be the end of the world (I hope).

I do not feel as horrible as I did yesterday which is wonderful in itself. I've been downstairs a couple of times - once to the dumpster and once to put return packages in the outgoing bins. The second time I got cocky and struck up a conversation with someone. Not great. Had a bit of a coughing spell - not a disgusting one but one that interfered with my being able to talk.

Neither time did I run out of breath as badly as I did this morning. I just tried walking up and down the hall and I did it in a regular walk, not the old lady onestepaminute walk and I got all the way down and back. I was panting by the end but that's twice as far as yesterday. I'm encouraged.

I have gotten a ton of house things done. I cleaned out the litter box and then did a deep clean of the bench it lives in. Long over due. I cleaned out the fridge, kind of. And tidied up the bedroom. I feel safe and comfortable by myself around the house. I know I can just sit if I run out of breath and no one will see me gasp and pant.

And I still feel fine and dandy when I sit and don't move so if it's bad, at least I have a fix. Right now I feel like swimming is absolutely in the cards for tomorrow. Worst case, I'll sleep in, take my time getting up and breathing and go in mid morning.

Drugs scored!! And... pusher news

I have 10 days of tapered prednisone (60 mg for 3 days, 40 for 3, 20 for 3 and 10 for 3. This means that I have at least 8ish days of feeling great ahead of me and maybe, hopefully, MANY MANY more. WHEW and YAHOOO.

I honestly think I was starting to come back anyway. The walk up from the car this afternoon was a lot easier than the one this morning.

The prednisone ends a week from Friday and I have an appointment with Dr. Lung on that next Monday. Probably I would be smart to move it a week BUT that fucks up my inhaler refill situation which could end up costing me big so I think I'll just leave it and takes me chances.

But the big news is that The Ladies have retired. The pharmacy in my doctor's office is a little local pharmacy with a compounding center and two stores. There have been two women who have run the front desk since I first walked in at least 15 years ago. They are really sweet and really nice and always remember me and ask about my sewing and tell me they hope I feel better. I only use this pharmacy for one time, need a fix now, stuff - not the ongoing. They always made getting a prescription filled a special event. And one or both of them were always there.

Today I walked in and neither were there. A very young girl who was very nice waited on me. While I waited an older young woman came out to help someone and, while at the register, acknowledged that she was not quite used to the system. She said "The Ladies always did this."

I love that she called them out loud what I always called them in my head. So I asked and she told me they both retired. OMG. I cannot believe it. The two young women were fine but they weren't The Ladies. I hope The Ladies have a marvelous retirement. I will sure miss them.

But, for now, I feel deep breaths are within reach. Hallefuckinglooyah!!!