I have learned two important things over these past weeks:
1. Moving away from Bendigo is more important than I realised.
2. I have not given asthma nearly the kind of respect it deserves.
I was looking at the calendar and realised that this whole ‘being sick’ thing has been going on way too long. ‘Getting up to a month’ way too long.
Yesterday was the first day in weeks that I managed to stay out of bed all day, so things are definitely looking up. (The fact that I already haven’t managed that today notwithstanding.) I’ve installed InDesign on my laptop so I can still do things even if I can’t sit at the computer.
It irritates me to no end that I was really going well and picking up speed with things here, and then I go all Sleeping Beauty on the whole thing. If Sleeping Beauty had asthma and occasionally woke up to expel all kinds of colours from her lungs. She’d blame the fairies, though, because the stuff would be going pink to blue, blue to pink. All that fairy dust from when they were fighting about the colour of the dress…
I’m not honestly sure what this post is about.
Crossing fingers for back to normal sooner rather than later.