Now yesterday was fine...not a bother on me all day long...even threw some sausages into the slow cooker to make the Hairy Bikers version of sausages and beans which is Himself's favourite...
Did several rows of the crochet blanket...
Had a shower...
Listened to Stephen Fry talking about living with Bi-Polar...
Ate a bowl of soup for lunch.
Breathing was reasonable...my chest had stopped sounding like a shaken bag of rusty nails...and my nose didn't run too much. Think the oxygen makes it run actually, though I could be wrong...
This morning I felt awful...wheezing and coughing and gasping...had cramp in my feets...a splitting headache and my chest was rattling away...it's stopped making so much noise but now I have indigestion from last nights supper 'cos I put too much Marscopane in my cauliflower and pasta bake...or perhaps it was the cauliflower stalks...they're pretty inedible after all...even the rabbit won't eat them. Think I was being too thrifty.
It really doesn't do to plan anything...not that we had anything planned for today, but you get my drift...I'm surprised we haven't all turned into instant Buddhists actually with their philosophy of 'living for the day' because it seems to be every-time I'm congratulating myself on breathing easily and having a smidgeon of energy...being able to put socks on without gasping is my version of having energy...then along comes a truly foul day...just to remind you not to grow too complacent...
