I finally just lay in the bed, spread eagle and tried to be as quiet as possible with every action. It took about 30 minutes but finally I got my breath back and could go back to sleep.
Every time this happens I think/wonder if I will ever be able to breathe on my own again. My Mom spent her last years hauling around an oxygen tank. I'm so not interested in that.
But this morning, I got up and got coffee and all seems to be ok.
Now that I can breathe, I decided to call Social Security and see what was up with my application for getting that started in March. They tell you to apply 3 months before it is due to kick in. I'm due to start receiving payments on March 1 so I did the application on December 1. Their website and voice prompts say to look for status in 5 days. It's been 5 days. So I called. When you pound through the telephone tree, you can select to wait on hold or have them call you back. I picked call back and am now on the phone with Sean who is looking up my application.
He just came back on and said that my application looks fine and that I should receive snail mail confirmation about mid-February. That 5 day thing must be legislative CYA.
So, whew. I can breathe and the government is going to start paying me in 2 months. Yeah!
Had I gone to CES this morning, I'd be draggin'. My feet would be killing me. I'd be tired of fighting crowds. And dragging my ass through one more day would seem insurmountable. But, my brother and I would be bucking each other up and charging on until the finish line at the airport tomorrow morning.
This morning he says he's going to take some time, get some coffee and put his feet up and do a 'virtual show tour'. I can dig it. CES was so much fun but is now, I think, firmly in the BeenThereDidThat box.
Today there will be breakfast on my new cooktop and then swimming and then this and that. My nice retired day.