My house cleaner comes today. She will likely bring me yet another Christmas gift that I don't want at all. I really hate that she gives me gifts each year, but I can't, for the life of me, figure out how to get her to stop. She always gives me something that demands to be put on display. At least after today, I can move last year's knockoff Victorian condiment tray with horrible matching containers to a shelf where at least I no longer have to look at it every day. Then maybe next year I can move it on to the Goodwill.
And it's computer update day. Since the house cleaner only comes once a month now, it seems like a good way to remember to make sure every computer is all up to date.
I feel good. Good breathing and no coughing. I'm beginning to think that regularly using the albuterol inhaler is the key. It's always been presented to me to use 'as needed' and I think maybe my definition of 'as needed' is different than everyone else's. As I remember now, my doctor always asks me how much I use it and appears a little concerned when I reply, no much. BUT, when I use it, I don't magically move from feeling crappy to feeling great. But, I am beginning to think that the positive results only come if I suck it down every 4-6 hours consistently. I get OK Google to help me remember. After I use the inhaler, I tell my phone 'Ok, Google, remind me to take Combivent in 5 hours.' Works great.
It's great to feel good and not pant at every small exertion, but it's even better to know how to fix it and to have the fix in hand - with refills available.
Nothing on the schedule for today or really for the rest of the week. Bears to knit and other jes stuff. Nice.