January 17th, 2018

Not as smart as my tracker

Fighting bummer-ness over my lungs is a constant struggle. I have enough lung power to matriculate around the house fairly comfortably. But, doing anything else is a struggle. Last night, I went to take the trash down to the dumpsters and had a massive coughing fit before I even left the house. Then I had to stop and breathe before I could get back home. It's depressing.

I'm clinging to Dr. Lung's saying that it will get better but I don't think I'm believing it really yet. I am grateful that the prednisone allowed me to enjoy my brother's visit without having to worry.

Getting to and from the car now, leaves me breathless. And this bums me out. Dr. Lung suggested that I not try to push myself cardio-ly while healing so there really isn't anything I can do except wait.

This morning's swim was not exactly a struggle. I had to stop about every 15 minutes to rest/breathe. In between was actually pretty ok, though. I swam even more slowly than usual in hopes of being able to last longer and I think that worked pretty well. I went an extra few minutes to make up for the stops but still figured I did about 1900 yards and too slowly. My tracker tracks, time, yardage and effort (recorded via calories) and assigns points accordingly.

Yesterday, I did 1800 yards for 841 calories and it got me 1395 points. Today, I was surprised to see, after I got out, that I had done 2050 yards for 976 calories for 1619 points. I was impressed and pleased with me. And encouraged. If I can do that - slow pace, stopping every 15 mins or less, and still get in that good an effort, I'm fine with that.

Today my plans are all in house. I need new pajamas. I sleep in ratty old knit pants and an even rattier t-shirt. My brother hung me cool new pegs on the wall next to the bathroom. I can use them to hang my PJ's but not these old holey things. So I am going to make some hangable sleepware. And croc socks in a different color.

And then watch TV and knit and breathe. That's the plan. For today.


This morning I moved around the house a lot doing this and that and really felt horrible. I slept for 30 minutes and then sat in one place knitting for the rest of the day and feel way better.

Just now I went down to get the mail and nothing bad happened and I didn't have to stop and breathe along the way. A win.

But, oddly no mail. I got an email yesterday showing what mail would be delivered yesterday and it wasn't. And so far not today either. Not a huge deal, just weird.

I stared out the year hoping to knit down my yarn stash. (And sew down my fabric stash.) I made one very big bear (compared to my other bears) but then got Amira's gift so the new plan is to make stuff with all the stuff in the basket. I've got bear legs done with some yarn and I'm now working on the butt.

Here's the big bear. (Regular sized bear in shot for perspective.) I kind of like it.


I think I'll cook something for dinner. Lots of options in the freezer.

Yesterday - 7
Swim today - 7