We Will Survive

There’s been a welcome shift in my thinking. I had to lose my obsession with my breathing and the sense of frustration I feel over my treatment. I’ll continue to aim for a diagnosis, but I just don’t give a shit anymore. I’m functioning well and I’m adjusted to hiring help for the garden and wood stacking. I may even invest in a home cleaner occasionally. 

To ‘celebrate’ my liberation from my breath obsession, I wrote to Eoin, Jay and François to invite them here for dinner. But I told them it would be pizza because doing a lot of cleaning, shopping and cooking makes me too tired to function well when my guests arrive. I’ve proposed getting together over pizza from out fabulous Woodfire restaurant.

I am spending too much time alone. I felt it was important to find a way to invite people for a meal that was not too tiring for me. Since I’m walking so rarely with my fellow dog walkers, I am not seeing people at all except occasionally on Zoom. 

Yesterday was cosy warm and we spent the day inside. Sheba was not well enough to walk, so I busied myself with domestic duties and attended to some tax return preparation. Also, I spoke to Bob Rooks. He is my wood provider, so I have ordered three cords of wood from him that will come in late April. I’m also going to hire someone to buck the tree that fell into the forested part of my backyard. That wood will have to be split and stacked, but Pete and Dave may help me with that.

Sadly, my computer has stopped making ringing sounds when I get called on FaceTime, and I get no sound alert when an email arrives. For me, this is like my phone not working. People cannot call me on Facetime. Well, they can, but it doesn’t ring. And if they write me an email wanting a quick response or for me to call them on Zoom, I don’t get a sound alert to email arrivals. Dealing with Apple as a barely verbal person is a challenge. Turns out, I need to take my machine to an Apple store in Nanaimo. Sigh. I’ll delay doing that for a bit, but at least I know what I must do.