I chose this photo for a reason. The reasoning behind the selection is this (pull up a chair, pour a drink and put your feet up, then precede to read): I decided this AM to just accept the fact that I am really sick and to stop trying to act like I'm not. Here's the deets: We've had 2 weeks of heavily smoked filled air from fires. This caused my chronic asthma to kick in Tuesday. By Wednesday, it was apparent that something else was seriously going on.
My voice would come and go. I had/have a sinus headache along w/ ear ache, sore throat, running a fever. It felt and still does like bronchitis. Coughing. I think I've hacked away almost both lungs at this point. The original plan was for me to drive over to Dave/Erin's and pet sit after Wednesday evening's meeting. Which I did. What I hadn't anticipated were my symptoms worsening. By the time I arrived I had no voice left, couldn't stop coughing and was gasping for breath. I was warmly welcomed by Kristopherson, who had been in the backyard stalking deer. He walked over to me, meowed his greeting and followed me into the house where we both were welcomed by Phoenix. I immediately headed toward the guest bath to take a shower (hoping to be able to breathe better). Afterwards, we all went into the bedroom and fell asleep. Until I would wake unable to breathe due to uncontrollable coughing throughout the night. Yesterday was spent alternately sleeping, waking, hacking. Repeat.This morning were more of the same symptoms. However, I had to force myself to get out of bed because I had to get cat food for the indoor/outdoor gangs and didn't want to do it tomorrow on my way out of town.
Here's where the above photo comes in... as I was looking in the bathroom mirror and wondering just who the heck was that girl w/ the dark circles under here eyes? I reminded myself it is what it is, get over it. So, I brushed my hair, dressed and threw on a pair of the most over-sized sunglasses I could find before heading over to Wal Mart.
My question is this.. Which part of Murphys law is it that says that when you wear makeup you will never ever run into friends or acquaintances, but when you're not wearing any makeup whatsoever, and look like something that the cat desperately needs to drag across an open field and bury that you will absolutely run into almost everyone you know or ever met? What's up w/ that? It's just wrong on so many levels...
Arriving back at the homestead, pulling into the graveled driveway, a mama doe was casually, or, I should say, indifferently strolling across the driveway to the backyard to lie down in a manzanita patch to nap. I walked past her on my way up the back deck stairs into the house.
I personally think that when you are really sick that you should celebrate the small things-- here are a few that I am celebrating:
1. That Dave/Erin have the most comfortable bed-- it shapes itself to you-- it's beyond
wonderful.
2. One of my fav things is the clear winter light we get in the Mother Lode-- it's arrived early
this year. It's magic. The house is filled w/ this light coming in from the many windows
and doors.
3. The sunlight on the many cedars, sugar pines, manzanita, oak trees and foliage is
breathtakingly beautiful.
4. There's an intermittent breeze whooshing through the treetops making them sway
gracefully from side to side.
5. The tinkling of chimes from the back deck being carried on the breeze.
Other things to celebrate: When I'm here I seem to be able to catch up w/ the intellectual half of myself. While I didn't have the attention span to watch TV last evening, I did listen to my fav poet/journalist May Sarton w/ her wonderful voice read poetry on Youtube.
I began to read a few chapters of Harlot's Ghost written by Norman Mailer in 1991.
Norman Mailer speaking of Harlot's Ghost.
Whatever you're doing this Saturday enjoy!
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