I’m pooped. And I feel like shit. Yeah, it’s a crappy day. It stinks to be this lethargic. I’m too weak even to be flushed. So, this post is going to be a turd. Even my humor is in the toilet. And that’s as deep into this sewer that I’m going to dive.
On a more positive note, the breathing is better, and the cough is reduced. Dr. Jo made a house call (that’s the first time I’ve experienced that in my life) and suggested a different antibiotic for my infected lungs. My biggest issue at the moment is feeling drained of energy and completely unmotivated. I have a Hash this afternoon, and my plan is to walk to the start and then do a street stroll back to the On-Home at Blue Butterfly. I just don’t have the strength to defy gravity, even on a gentle climb. We’ll see how far I make it.
I left the house for the first time all weekend late in the afternoon yesterday. I walked to Hideaway and ordered food from Jewel Cafe for the girls along the way. As usual, they appeared to be appreciative. I didn’t stay very long and used my portable nebulizer during my visit. When I departed, I walked the highway back to Sloppy Joe’s for my nightcap. I was home before 7:00 p.m. Geez, I hope this isn’t what old age feels like!
Anyway, it’s bound to get better. I really hate feeling this way.
Here’s hoping I survive the Hash. I’ll let you know how that works out for me tomorrow.
From breathing to lethargy. Out of the frying pan…
Get well soon, keep practicing the pursed-lip breathing, and maybe try some aerobic work to get you breathing more deeply.
As Morrie says in Tuesdays with Morrie,, “When you’re in bed, you’re dead.”
Sorry about the comma stutter. I was typing on my phone, and for whatever reason, the cursor wasn’t showing up in your comment window, making it hard for me to figure out where to type (I have to add HTML to do italics & stuff, which means skipping around the text to place HTML tags; it’s hard to skip around with no cursor to see where you’re at).
HaHa! I am touched that you would think I might notice a “comma stutter.”
Not having the energy to get out and about has made me realize what an important part of my life walking has become. I really miss being on trail. I’m with Morrie; I don’t want to be dead.