January 28th, 2018

The day after

I am a little better today. I have breath enough to get dressed and even wash the dishes - not in one go, however. Yesterday was a nightmare. I had the thought about what if it was a fluke. What if it wasn't the pool but some other weird one off something that caused the problem? I'll never know because I am not willing to try the pool again and risk another day like yesterday. Besides, I'm sure it was the pool.

I also had no idea my lungs were so fragile. Holy crap. 1 hour in that environment is all it took to lay me out. I could not do anything. I could not walk as far as the front door. Walking the 10 steps to the toilet was nearly impossible. Not good. At all. I need to ask Dr. Lung if he has any suggestions for how to deal with that.

I am encouraged that it is a little better today and based on experience, I'm guessing that several days of doing nothing will bring me all the way back. So it's not so depressing as it was when I didn't know that. Also I'm deeply grateful that I can sleep. I slept a lot yesterday and still managed a lovely night's sleep.

So then, what? I wonder if the LA Fitness pool near me is fixed. When last I swam there, it was the color of pea soup. The other LA Fitness pool is a very annoyingly longer drive away. On the up side, I did swim in one or the other of those pools every day for 3 years with no lung problems... and it cost me nothing. I guess I'll try the green option first.

If I have to give up swimming all together then there is a real problem of how to get that much exercise routinely. I hate hate hate all the other options.

But, first, I need to sit and heal. Guess that's what I'll be doing today.


The LA Fitness near me is a very poorly run club with leaks in the ceiling and a staff with no shits to give. I quit going there last Summer when they started neglecting the pool. It became murky and green and gross. Bromine is a little more tricky to control than chlorine but still, it's doable. The LA Fitness that's farther away is also bromine and is always clean and clear. I could ignore everything except the gross. So I quit going there.

BUT, I just googled my way into an instagram of a woman who's doing triathlon training and doing part of it in that very pool. And she so kindly shares photos of it - one from January 11 and one from last week. And it does NOT look green or slimey.

THIS is how the pool should look and how it looked for several years. Maybe it's back, baby. And ready for me? I'm at least encouraged.

Ok, enough pool talk. I'm going to see if I have enough breath to make some breakfast. I think I do.

Entertaining me

Today I feel about like I did last Monday with one huge difference. Last monday, I was afraid I would never get better. Now I know I will get better and probably in 3 or 4 days tops. So rather than being all depressed and obsessed, I'm now bordering on bored. I keep thinking of things I want to do and can't. Like go get milk. I could break out the scooter and go and I would if it were critical but it's not.

So I'm internet shopping. I want new swim earbuds. The last two pair I bought were really no good enough so they got returned. I'm going to have to buy the expensive ones. And I spent some time looking at a Samsung watch that tracks swimming. And then I fell into the rabbit hole of swim trackers. But, I recovered. And bought nothing. Because wy jinx my ever being able to swim again? I'm pretty sure I will be fine in the bromine pool but why tempt fate?

I was pounding down my list of recorded TV and found a copy of my favorite movie of all time. It was a shortened version with commercials. I watched about 5 minutes of it. And then looked on Google Play to see that I could buy it for $10. I did. And started it from the beginning. I hadn't see in in a year or so and it was as wonderful as ever. I am not a movie buff or even, really, a movie lover but I love Paul.

Plus, now I own it and I can watch it any time, any where. Nice.

I've tried to do things today that test and stress my breathing a little. Like I just went back to the sewing room to clean up where the dryer spit pieces from kleenex all over the carpet when I took the last load out. And then scoop out the litter box. Last night I didn't have enough breath to go back there and turn off the light. Today I accomplished the clean up and scoop out without much trouble. Progress.

I'm not a grammy person so I think it's time to polish off some of the other recorded TV.