Unwell

I’ve been sick for over a month now. Since August, my asthma has been overly sensitive, then I got a cold and can’t seem to fully recover. I’ve cough so much I nearly pass out because I can’t stop—and actually have passed out (once last year when I had RSV, and the other night. I started coughing then woke up on the ground). Laughing causes the same result so I must be careful. My head hurts from coughing all the time.  Since breathing is compromised, I have zero energy. I have a nice stool at work on which to sit but getting things done around the house is nearly impossible. Taking the trash up and back absolutely winds me. I have one day off, like today, and all I want to do is sleep.  “ . . . to die, to sleep; No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death, what dreams may c...

Welcome, June

 

There’s a song that starts, “June came upon us much too soon . . . “. I’ve posted it below. One of my favorites. 

Time waits for no one. Once again, the month took off without me, ready or not. I’m not excited about doing a rush job on my calendar, but it’s done. 

Had an interesting moment last week. During a routine doctor visit, my doctor did not like some things I was describing so he stopped what he was doing and sent me to the ER to check for heart attack. Long story short, nothing was found. I’m just overworked and tired. I hate I had to hire a guy to help me with yard work, but I gotta take care of myself. 

Not getting much reading or writing done but doing what I can when I am able. 

On we go. 



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