Spring cleaning sounds like a jolly good idea...actually a spot of re-decorating wouldn't come amiss either. But I've as much chance of tackling an entire room as of flying to the moon and back. And that's what seriously gets up my nose about living with COPD...
Even taking the net curtain down in the bathroom and giving the windowsill a decent cleaning had me knackered...mind you, it needed doing...and it looks better now, but that's not the point...if I do something like clean the cooker then I'm flat on my back for the next three days suffering from extreme exhaustion and my chest is rattling away and I think the end is nigh...
You see, while I'm sitting here at my desk, tapping away on the keyboard then I'm grand...not a bother on me. When I'm propped up on the settee in the evening crocheting away you'd think I was in the peak of good health...you'd probably look a bit worried when you saw me ease myself slowly upright before making my way very slowly to the bathroom...well, you wouldn't if you knew, but you would if you didn't.
There's no leaping out from under the covers stark naked to make a dash to the loo in the middle of the night...now I have to put my dressing gown on and find my slippers and sort of totter carefully, hanging on to the backs of chairs and hoping I get there before I wet myself...
I resent it you see...I'm seriously cross that I have that Alpha genetic thing even if it does cause the specialists some glee...I don't care that it's quite rare and I couldn't have avoided it even if I'd known about it...which I didn't.
Having some glitch in my genes doesn't much help when I want to walk down the road or when I'm standing in front of the display of sanitary towels and wondering whether the 'Night-Time Assurance Pads' would be the ones to go for...
You see...three-quarters of the time I'll grit my teeth and get on with it...but that other quarter...the annoying quarter which reminds me if we want the sitting room re-decorated we'll have to get someone in to do it...the quarter that means I'm shattered by eight o'clock at night...
But then the little pot of tiny Tete a Tete daffodils I have on the table are almost open...the scarlet Amaryllis's I bought for two euro from Lidls had fifteen huge flowers on it...the very last ones are almost over, after blooming one after the other for the last six weeks...I have a new book to read on my Kindle...Millie's cough is much better...I have the best of health care and medication and only need to ask to have more oxygen delivered to the door...and even though I'll pick fault with Himself time and time again...he'll get up in the middle of the night to make me a cup of tea without complaint...
And I have you...