Good morning from beautiful New Mexico. Here I am on my daughter’s brown sofa mulling over my future. Currently things have not gone according to plan and major adjustments must be made. Last year at this time I was working full time, loving my job and life in general. Looking forward to retiring in 4 or 5 years. Now I am on continuous oxygen and unable to work or even drive. Well, I might could drive but I chose not to as to error on the side of caution. I find my thinking is sometimes somewhat wonky.
Apparently I have long haul COVID-19. This is what Doc’s tell me. My lungs were damaged and it will take a few years for them to heal. So far my health just gets worse so I am about ready for the “getting better” part to start. I’m sure I’m getting better I just don’t feel it yet. While I’m getting better I cannot go into a holding pattern. Life goes on and I want to make the best of it.
I never thought I would be one of those old people on the portable oxygen commercials. Just walking around the house with my 20 foot long tube is an adventure. I look back sometimes to see a trail of hitchhikers the oxygen hose has picked up. Kinda funny except every little thing causes me to be more short of breath so putting those things back is difficult. Like it wears me out and I have to sit down and rest awhile. Good Grief!! I have got to get better.
Who wants to be my driver? I figure I will need a few so I don’t wear anyone out. I have a car!
Life is full of change. So it goes. kisses
steffie
