I wore my pink saddle oxfords with a brown knit dress and brown stockings today to church. I read the epistle lesson in pink saddle oxfords. I've never done that before.
I'm feeling nearly normal, and so I am experimenting with which drug I'm taking is doing what. The inhaled stuff is definitely keeping me from being short of breath. When I delay in a dose, I have a heavy feeling in my chest and when I check my oxygen saturation level, it's in the 80's. Not so good. So that one needs to stay at its current rate.
I'm feeling good enough that I'm considering joining the choir again at church. There's a tall loft where we sit, and I'm going to have to figure out how to get there, and how to lug the oxygen concentrator up there, and also how to walk and sing at the same time (I think I'll have to skip that part for a while).
We're planning to attend a symposium on pulmonary hypertension in a few weeks up near my mother-in-law's home, and we'lll visit her at the same time, but one nice night in a nice Hilton with nice surroundings will be, well, nice.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
You realize those pink saddle oxfords can't be found any more, don't you? You bought the only pair.
I often have the residue of dogs on my skirt. What kind of princess am I?
Post a Comment