It is the middle of the night. I am having trouble breathing. My lungs make horrible noises as I breath in and out. The rest of me might be getting well. However, now Tommy is ill.
I sang Happy Birthday to him after midnight. We are sort of postponing any birthday (71) for him since he will have to go in and collect cake and ice cream. I hope I can find his gifts wherever I put them.
A therapist called Sunday night wanting to come at 9:30 in the morning. I explained that time would never suit me. And, that the nurse had not visited to enroll me because I was ill. So, he has to call office now.
Tommy is going to call bath guy who insists on 15 more minutes. Tommy and I are both too ill right now to 'discuss' anything.
I put the wool blanket back on the bed and have not gotten too hot again. I believe I was running a temp when I awoke soaked. I love the blanket!
Today, we had to cook! BSCB and potatoes were all we managed. I had that and something else. Tommy had the last of the green casserole and the last half of piece of pecan pie.
If we can get it done, I want to make the bedroom next to living room into a 'gym.' We have several devices we both could use. It is a monumental job, but needed. It maybe be a silly idea and futile, but I intend to try.
We are struggling but will make it.
How are things with you?
