Seems like a long time since I posted here. But like that bad penny... Made it to 81 and in just a little over four months, I'll be yet another year older.
And it's recital time again. Last week was ballet and both the little girls are on pointe. The older one for her fourth year and the younger for her first. They both performed well and I'm happy that I'm still able to attend. This weekend is the Jazz/Tap/hip-hop recital and I look forward to it because it seems to carry excitement with it.
I've had a couple of hospitalizations since I was here last. In 2016, I was in for two weeks with a heart that didn't want to settle back into a normal rhythm. Eventually it did and the beat goes on.
My COPD has ben acting up for the last eight months and I've been a guest of the Forty Fort ambulance several times. It always ends up the same way. To the ER. I hate waking up in the niddle of the night gasping for air. Christmas Eve was especially bad and I have now taken the reins of my own maintenance. Doctor said he wanted me on oxygen. I took the test, passed, was approved. I only HAVE to use it at night. But having flares every few weeks was not how I wanted to spend my waning days so since Prednisone seems to help in the short term, I suggested it might be beneficial to be on a low maintenance dose and Doctor readily agreed. Whatever side effects may occur, I haven't had a flare since January. Yay!
My #2 son has committed to lawn maintenance every week since last Summer, the first year I've been unable to handle it myself. Bonus: He brings Kaiser Rolls and tea biscuits from National Bakery.
#5 remains my medical consultant and monitor. #4 shows up when I call and stands ready to serve without question. So there is help when I need it but for the most part, I'm still able to drive, shop, cook, take care of my ADL's. Not bad for 81.
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