A Happy Valentines Day to all of you, as well as a happy birthday to my Dad. I hope it was a wonderful day all around.
After yet another long night of not being able to breathe, I broke down and went to the doctor. This is a little more complicated because I can't call and make an appointment. Fortunately Kelly was able to get me in this morning. Not surprisingly, my lungs sounded horrible. Dr. T recommended we try a breathing treatment and see how they sounded after that. If not better, than another chest x-ray was on tap. Fortunately the Abuteral worked its magic and I sounded clearer and felt better. I'll be trying this at home. Yay, more medical equipment.
Hurry home and shoot in some breakfast quick before rushing over to physical therapy. Is it just me, or does it seem like entirely too many of my days involve hurry, rush, speed, hop to, etc?
Physical Therapy was excellent. It would have been even better if I had remembered to ask Dr. T for a prescription for PT. When I arrived, she had the anatomy book out, looking at tongues and throats. If we can move, cajole, stimulate, nudge this nerve or that part, swallowing will be more likely. Have I mentioned I love my "team?" After some heavy duty work on my head and neck, I headed over to Lesley's.
We didn't do anything too strenuous today as I really don't feel 100%. We did clear out a few things we had started on. Also, she unpacked a gorgeous mirror to hang by the front door. I am so excited watching these rooms come together and discovering the treasures she still has packed away.
I made it home just before the bus again. Karissa was beaming and clutching her paper envelope full of Valentines. Oh, if we could all only recapture the excitement that was elementary school Valentines Day. She got to go next door and make Valentine cookies, too. Lucky girl!
I got to learn how to use the nebulizer so I can breathe. Lucky girl!
Kelly was home early, which is the best Valentine I could ask for, at least until there is tongue cloning. We have a high romantic evening of left overs, Albuteral, and Downton Abbey on tap. We know how to live.
I wish I could tell you I had biopsy results and that it was all clear. I haven't heard a thing, which likely means we won't hear anything until Monday. I have to go with no news is good news, or as many on the cancer page are fond of saying, "It isn't cancer until the biopsy says it's cancer." I"m good with that.
Tomorrow is ballet for Karissa and acupuncture for me. Hopefully we will get to the grocery store and make some headway in the laundry department. Three days of dark is fading away. I have great sympathy for those who STILL are without power, and a profound respect for the repair folks who are working round the clock shifts to get everyone restored.
Emotionally, I am starting to level out a little again. I hope this is genuine and not another calm before the storm. I guess a lot of that depends on if I get some sleep and the biopsy results. Let's channel our combined energy towards the positive, shall we? I hoping to report an oxygen filled night of good rest and a renewed attitude tomorrow.
Until then...
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Just caught up on week's worth of posts. That's the way it works. When the little monSters go down without a fight, I get to do normal stuff. Like read. Don't tell you often enough but we send a constant stream of good thoughts your way, and wait with you for the universe to send some good stuff up Oregon way. We await with great optimism the biopsy result. Hope your snow melts. We finally broke 40 degrees and maybe spring is on the way. Here they close the schools for 2 inches. My wife from North DakOta laughs loudly at that. And cusses a little too. Love to all from the Okie Wolf's.
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