I got in and started off slowly and swam better than I have in weeks. I swam 1950 yards in one hour and 20 minutes. Normally, I can do 1950 in about 65 minutes. Olympic swimmers do that in 15 minutes. Fuck 'em. I stopped only a couple of times and even those stops were not panting, just breathing for about 3 beats and then going on. It's the first time in weeks, that I've had time to think about stuff while I swam - stuff other than where my next breath was coming from. It was pretty sweet.
One of the things I thought about was making a grocery store stop so I did. Unfortunately, that wasn't as successful. I was short of breath just walking around. And had to stop twice while getting from the car to my front door.
BUT, just now, I saw the FedEx man on Front Door TV network and knew he'd have trouble finding someone to buzz him in, so I trotted down there to give him entry and I was fine. Energetic, not one bit winded.
So who the fuck knows. I still have 7 more days of prednisone so probably way too soon to give up. Today, I plan to do just what I want. Sit and breathe and feel fine. No walks unless I want to. No doing actually anything I want to. I'm tired of feeling like crap and so today will be tailored to not feeling like crap.
In my mind, I had my brother and sister arriving on Tuesday. Turns out, they are coming on Wednesday. This is fine. But, I wonder why my brother didn't snark at my pressing for plans. He's up to his ass in alligators with work stuff and I'm all over inconsequential planning for vacation.
But, Wednesday is also better in terms of another day of lung recovery.
I have a sewing project underway and today is the day to get that yarn drawer sorted. And there is lots of good TV and I'm in the middle of an excellent book. So... mostly... everything is totally coolio.