Well, I've had a couple of weeks off for "Rest" and "Relaxation" but it has not come without a price. My breathing sucks. Jim and I went down to Lake Sam Rayburn for a week and boated and sat in the sun...and swatted biting flies...and sweated...and bickered. No just kidding, but the biting flies forced me to wear Off! for perfume the whole time. Jim was on a mission with his flyswatter. I've never seen a man take such erotic pleasure in popping insects.
I don't know what kind of pollen was high down at the lake but it kicked my ass. My breathing was labored. I have COPD, diagnosed a couple of years ago in a lab in the hospital consisting of one huge giant breathalizer machine and three hours of my time. Doc calls my ailment bronchial asthma but that's just a nice word for emphysema. So I have what I call a puffer that I use on bad days and on real bad days I have a nebulizer that finds me at my dressing room table breathing mist in and out through a tube for 15 minutes.
What's the point of this? Hark back to 1969 in the backseat of my sister's pea green Pontiac Le Mans at 7:15 on any school morning with her and her best friend, Diane, and me riding out at Addicks before highschool. Picture us rolling reefers in the car. Now picture us OUT of rolling papers and my sister gets this bright idea to roll the weed in NOTEBOOK PAPER and smoke it. My god people, have you lost your minds?! Why not just put your lips around the tailpipe of the car and breathe, morons?! And get this, my sister tells me to take a hit and
hold it in my lungs as long as I can, "cause you'll get a better high."
Now, flash forward to Doc two years ago showing me how to use my Combivent inhaler. He told me to take and puff and
hold it in my lungs as long as I can, "cause you'll get better relief from the medication."
God's got a sense of humor.
Enjoy some of my pictures from Rayburn during the end of May and first week in June.
How I spent most of my time...chair leaned against the RV, looking up:
View from our RV:
Swimming hole:
We finally got the boat out and spent most of our days on the water, some gorgeous houses.
And the final house below that I've had my eye on for years and waiting for it to go on sale:
Ruffinism for the day: Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it. ~Jane Wagner