I have turned the corner, I think. This thing, now that I have a name to affix on it: Asthmatic Bronchitis. It provides me a portal to look through 1/0th the feeling of what my sister went through everyday of her abbreviated life.
I don’t give much thought to breathing except when I am spinning for an hour most mornings. It seems my whole life I have been trying to catch my breath.
This Saturday morning feels different though, not just because my URI is abating but there is definitely something different in the air. I am acknowledging that there are still members of my family that are encumbering me because of their lack of initiative, and I intuitively know that all this will be over soon. I just need to take care of my needs and things will just fall into place because I have done the footwork and a closed mouth speaks louder than one that is constantly pressing air through it because it brings no results, none whatsoever.
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