On a lighter note: We’re having uncharacteristic beautiful weather here in da frozen tundra of Wisconsin. Last few days have been gloomy, windy, snow squalls, etc. Just sucks. Today, it’s 73F here sky as clear as a bell. What we politically incorrectly call Indian Summer. Feels like early summer. I’ve been sitting on my patio for a couple of hours, drinking wine and listening to reggae music. This will not last, so I’m gonna milk it for all it’s worth. This kind of weather makes me feel alive.
And after the day I’ve had, I believe I deserve it. Went to visit my hubby. He’s had a hell of a week. First, had blood in his pee, wound up being UTI. Then his oxygen levels dropped below 90%. They did a chest X-ray. He has congestive heart failure, fluid around his heart and lungs. They have him on Cipro for the UTI and furosemide for the fluid. They had to up his oxygen to 3L. The meds are starting to work now, so he’s back down to 2L for oxygen. He was breathing well today. I’m relieved. With all the shit he has going on, I just pray to God to keep him alive and happy.
So I’m celebrating life, his and mine. I play with the hand I’m dealt. I try to find the happiness and good things in life. I know many have it worse. Perspective is something I struggle with, as I’m always struggling with bouts of depression. The meds help, but there’s still some struggle with it, as it seems to want to drag me under. Naw, fuck that, I’m a fighter. I’ll be damned if I’ll let depression get the best of me.
And after the day I’ve had, I believe I deserve it. Went to visit my hubby. He’s had a hell of a week. First, had blood in his pee, wound up being UTI. Then his oxygen levels dropped below 90%. They did a chest X-ray. He has congestive heart failure, fluid around his heart and lungs. They have him on Cipro for the UTI and furosemide for the fluid. They had to up his oxygen to 3L. The meds are starting to work now, so he’s back down to 2L for oxygen. He was breathing well today. I’m relieved. With all the shit he has going on, I just pray to God to keep him alive and happy.
So I’m celebrating life, his and mine. I play with the hand I’m dealt. I try to find the happiness and good things in life. I know many have it worse. Perspective is something I struggle with, as I’m always struggling with bouts of depression. The meds help, but there’s still some struggle with it, as it seems to want to drag me under. Naw, fuck that, I’m a fighter. I’ll be damned if I’ll let depression get the best of me.