Her Majesty the Lung Doctress came in around 11 a.m. and graciously allowed me to vacate the joint, with a promise to avoid all outdoor activities until things are back to normal.
That would include the 4th of July celebration at my SIL's on...well...the 4th. But hey, anything for the team. Especially if the team includes the parts that allow me to actually breathe.
In the meantime, I have become a steroid bank. When people see me coming they think I should be tied down with ropes since I resemble one of those lovely balloons in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. However, once they hear the thunder of my thighs, all thoughts of the lightness of being float away on the humid and hot summer breeze.
And with that we'll end the Agony of the Asthma saga and go on to bigger and better things.
Like the venti iced mocha I got after I was sprung...now THAT'S something to write about.
1 comment:
Glad to hear you're sprung!!! Hope you're feeling better soon!!
Debbie in MS
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