Sunday, my day, was glorious because it was sunny. We went to Elder Cedar for our morning walk and the forest fragrances were spectacular. All the trees that fell during the cyclone are emitting strong fragrances that feel therapeutic, they are so uplifting. Forest incense. One kind of fallen tree smells like cinnamon.
Then we came home and I got comfy on the chaise to read. The day passed slowly and very, very pleasantly, just the way I like My Days to go. In the evening a storm came in with lots of wind, but I didn’t lose power.
Monday dawned wet and dark. We walked alone on a short flat trail rather than with our friends. The day was slow and easy. All I do is think about tomorrow and seeing NP Jennifer. I have great expectations.
I Facetimed with Steve in the afternoon, and he urged me to look into a fall alarm, so I called Lifeline, the company that operates the alarm I wear, and they have a more expensive device that I can wear that also detects falls and calls the service. I get my new device (and peace of mind) this week.
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I’ve been writing about my weakness quite a bit. Preparing my essay for NP Jennifer has had me look back. This came on June 29th, I went to see Jennifer on July 10th. I’ve been living in a weakened state for almost six months; I saw Jennifer four months ago, and I still don’t know with certainty what is wrong. All I know with certainty is that it is not my lungs.
Tomorrow, I see Jennifer. Then I wait for my tests Jan. 27, Feb 5 and 6. So sometime in February I will know if it’s my heart. If no problem is found there, I’m back to square one with Jennifer. I really don’t like walking Sheba, she’s now always far, far ahead, and I am always panting far behind. If it ain’t my heart, I’ll keep asking questions.
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It's wet, wet, wet today. We are waiting for a break in the precipitation to go for our short and flat walk, and then we will pass another slow, easy day together with the cats. And soon … mail! Hurray!
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