Land yesterday - 3
This is not good. Today's swim was so bad that I only got half the distance in the usual time and I'm pretty sure that's a generous report. It was so bad that the swimmer in the next lane stopped and asked me if I was ok. "You usually never stop and today you are all stop." Yep.
I think tomorrow, I'll skip first thing in the morning and try heading to the pool after I've been up for a while and see if that makes any difference. I swim for fun and today was not fun.
I have had a very healthy life. I can pretty much remember and count on one hand the total number of times I've been sick enough to stay in bed for more than a day for all of my 68 years. I broke my arm once when I was a teenager. That's it. That's the sum total of my physical misery. Until now. I have no tools to deal with this. I keep thinking that life is too short to live any of it in this kind of distress. If all goes well, I may have 10-15 years left. I'm not at all interested in spending them like this.
And then, my other self says. WTF. Get over yourself. If you sit still and don't move, you are fine. There is lots of stuff you can do sitting still - stuff you really like to do. Yes, if this goes on forever, it will suck but surely you can suck it up and deal with it for now and until it gets better. If, this time next week, it is not, call Dr. Lung and get a plan.
Meanwhile in the tiny part of my current life that is not whiny, I'm doing laundry this morning and plan on some sewing. I want to remember to check on the football games. I'm now mildly interested in the scores, not particularly the games.