Tuesday is my nothin’ much day, and yesterday was no exception. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
And in keeping with my new Tuesday tradition, I ventured out to Baloy Beach late in the afternoon to spend some time on the Kokomo floating bar.
Back ashore, we went to Treasure Island for dinner. The menu featured some new options:
Triked home after dinner and did my “Shameless” thing on the couch until I fell asleep. Again. And then my night took a turn for the worse. I went to bed and awoke around midnight, not feeling quite right. I used my nebulizer, returned to bed, and still couldn’t sleep. I checked my blood oxygen and was shocked to see it was a dangerous 89. It has been months and months since I had that kind of low. So, I fired up my oxygen tank, breathed in some air, rechecked my reading, and it was up to a healthy 97. Back in bed and still sleepless, I got up to check once more, and I was now down to a 91. So, I took in more oxygen. I’m not sure what was up with that, although I have been hocking up phlegm, which may be the cause of my issues. Today, I’m back at 95, which is pretty much normal for me. Weird.
Via Facebook memories, I was provided a glimpse of my life six years ago in Korea.
I got a compliment on my garlic bread. Here’s my secret recipe:
I always suspected there was a training class for bargirls. Now, I’ve found the evidence:
Alright, it’s time to get on with my day. I had a great group hike with the Wednesday Walkers this morning, which I’ll share with you tomorrow. Until then, hasta la vista!
Not sure what a “Begian” might be.
By now, you’ve doubtless guessed “Belgian.”
Today, I’m back at 95, which is pretty much normal for me. Weird.
Ever done one of those old-school Vicks Vapo-Rub showers? You smear that strong-smelling Vapo-Rub on your chest, then step in and take a long, steaming shower as you breathe in the medicinal vapors. This supposedly loosens up the phlegm in your lungs, making it easier to spit out. You want to see big, dark, globby chunks of phlegm, not the healthier, light-yellow stuff. The dark color indicates the mucus has done its job, i.e., catching germs, and now, it’s ready for ejection. If you’re still feeling phlegmy, but nothing is coming out in the shower, maybe give your docs a visit.
It was below zero, but the call of duty to drink beer was not to be denied.
Bizarrely pursed lips on full display!
It’s currently below zero (Celsius) here in Seoul. No lip-pursing, but I’m seriously consider wearing foot-warmers to bed. I never wear anything on my feet when I’m in bed, so you know it must be cold.
Good luck with the lungs. If ever there were organs that I wish could be easily replaced, it’d be the heart and lungs. In the meantime, there’s cardio.
Yeah, I figured “Belgian” was the intent. But just like Subiza spelling “borrito” wrong, it makes me wonder, if they can’t even spell it, how well can they cook it?
I’ll keep that vapo rub trick in mind. The phlegm I’m hocking is light colored, so I might need to reach greater depths with my cough. It could also be an infection, so I’ll consult with Dr. Jo if it continues.
Yep, these lungs have dealt with a decade of pot smoking, twenty years of cigarettes, and a lifetime of smog. I’m lucky they work as well as they do!
Regarding the pursed lips, I think that’s just the expression I make when attempting a selfie. Trying to reach the camera button while posing is a challenge for me sometimes.
Yep, these lungs have dealt with a decade of pot smoking, twenty years of cigarettes, and a lifetime of smog.
You’d think that the current cells in your lungs would all be new ones by now. I don’t know how a history of smoking gets passed along from generation to generation among cells.