More Sickness

 Kevin ran me off to a Little Clinic at Kroger yesterday as I have having a lot of trouble breathing.  Over the last week my breathing has been getting worse.  I do have asthma that flares with respiratory illnesses, and this time it got away from me.  I was not a happy camper yesterday but the Nurse Practitioner gave me a few helpful prescriptions, sent me off for an X-ray (which ruled out pneumonia) and I am feeling somewhat better.

This time, though, I am going to take my meds faithfully and not overdo it for a day or two.  I find it horribly easy to start running around like a nut when I start feeling better, which then causes me to get worse again.

One great thing is I got a prescription for Xoponex, which is a lot like albuterol except that it has a slight difference in the chemical formula.  Some people have fewer side effects with xoponex and I am one of those people!  Albuterol makes me jittery and my hands and feet tingle terribly.  X seems much more benign. So that is really awesome.

I hate being sick so much. I hate being weak and having to sit around.  However.  I can't help getting sick and praise God for medical care and access to prescription meds.

I hope I really will be better by the end of the week.

Sickness

 I am pretty sick.  It isn't a big deal. It is just a cold.  But I am coping with mild asthma, which only pops its ugly head when I am sick with a respiratory illness.

So the last few days I have been lying around a lot. Now that isn't a big deal.  I have older kids who can help with younger kids, and Kevin is my hero always.  So the house isn't falling apart.

But I am frustrated.  I have a lot to do around the house and I want to get back to my writing, and so on, and so forth...

I am whiny.  

And yet...Saturday, when the girls moved, I was in pretty good shape even though Friday was bad. It was a hot day and the girls moved into a 3 story apartment.  I was able to climb up and down stairs with boxes all day and my asthma wasn't bad at all.  

Their new apartment is very nice, by the way.  But the third floor was definitely tiring!

Anyway, we got them  moved, and Sunday I was well enough to go to church, which was also awesome, and Monday I woke up coughing and asthmatic and Tuesday the same, and today, well, so far so good. The biggest issue is talking.  If I talk, I cough, and if I cough, my asthma flares up. So it has been "quiet Mom" for a couple of days.

I do think I am getting better but it is slow going. So annoying!

I take feeling well for granted. I take being able to do stuff for granted.

I have a friend who is only a couple years older than me who is battling cancer. I have an acquaintance at least 20 years younger than me who has cancer and has been battling it for literally a decade.

I should be...I AM...thankful for good health most of the time.

A big part of it is that I don't think I am pulling my own weight, because I am not, but actually I am, because I am sick, so I am doing the best I can.

Anyway.

I am sure I will be better soon.

St. Croix, and Crazy Week, and Sickness, and Moving, and...

 I know it has been quite a while since I posted. Kevin and I went to St. Croix for 9 days and had a glorious time. We got back in the wee hours on Mother's Day.  My parents came over for a few days to hang with the children, and we had a Mother's Day brunch here before my parents headed home.

Kevin took a million awesome pictures in St. Croix.  I will post some later.  He always likes to work on them and he hasn't had time.

Because... it has been an INSANE week. We had doctor appointments and a final exam for Joseph at his college and this and that.  Wow.  We were dashing around all day doing various things.

Then I got sick with a cold. It is JUST a cold (I even took an at home COVID test and it was negative) but still, I feel really tired and my breathing is a little bit off and my throat annoys me and I am coughing a bit.

Argh.

Also, this weekend, Lydia and Naomi are moving into another apartment. Lydia has a job thirty minutes from their current apartment so they are moving closer to Lydia's job.

Random pictures of kids.

Sarah is 11 and has been growing rapidly. She is now over 5 ft. 5 inches tall.  Given that she is just entering puberty, we rather expect her to grow quite a bit more. She might finally be the Kendig daughter to pass me up!  I am 5 ft. 8 inches tall.

Hmmm, what else?  I have been writing a series of Golden Daffodil short stories, based on one of my Pride and Prejudice variations. We are going to publish them fairly soon.

It has been nuts around here and rather stressful.  Part of being diligent and focused and getting stuff done, for me, is anxiety.  I need to continue to work on making lists and accomplishing things without getting all uptight.

Oh, Rose is reading pretty well now. So hooray on that!

More later!