The baby rabbits opened their eyes today!
So... silly me, I was figuring their age to be much younger than they actually are. In reality, they were probably born a week or so ago. I wasn't thinking about it, but of course rabbits would be born without fur and look like naked little creatures, and when I discovered them they were already covered evenly with fur.
I looked it up and bunnies open their eyes around day 7-10. I'm going to figure today is something more like day 10, since they would probably grow in fur by about a week. So in reality... they are probably 10-11 days old and in that case... will most likely hop away while I'm in the hospital.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Good News, Bad News
I had a doctor's appointment today, due to my illness. I felt it best, as did my doctor, to go see her today so we could do the PFT and she could listen to my airways to get a clearer picture of where we're at sick-wise.
And I got some good news, and bad news.
The good news is I'll get to go to the wedding this weekend...
The bad news is I'll go into the hospital immediately after on Monday.
So yeah, that's just how it is. I'm glad it worked out this way, but I'm also very ready to feel better. If at any point I get worse or change my mind, I just need to call them and I can come in sooner.
In other newsy news, we have baby bunnies in our yard! I am checking on them every morning just to make sure their mother is still coming back (and didn't, like, get hit by a car or something...) Yes, that's okay to do; I looked it up and the whole 'Oh no! Now the mother won't come back to her nest and she'll abandon her babies because it smells like humans!' is a myth. I'm assuming that this myth was born out of the fact that rabbits don't spend much time on their nests. As I also found out in doing a little research, they only stop by once or twice a day to nurse their baby bunnies so as not to attract too much attention to the nest. So even though most people assume that mother rabbits abandon their nests frequently, in reality it's probably not the case because you're just not noticing the 10 minutes out of the day she's actually there. So as long as the babies are warm and seem to be growing, the mother is still around. If I ever find the baby bunnies are cold and not moving much, then it's time to call someone. I'm actually sitting outside right now as I type, hoping to see her stop by. Supposedly she'll come by around dawn and dusk.
Anyways, they are the cutest darn things! They are so teeny tiny and don't even have their eyes open. I really hope they make it. The nest is in a hole in our yard, so as they get bigger I wonder how well they're going to stay concealed.
We discovered them after Jarrod was cutting grass. Right after we returned from our cruise, I noticed this huge divot in the yard. It kept growing. Then two days before we discovered the rabbits, I saw FOUR rabbits in the yard. Holy cow. Then on Saturday Jarrod cut the grass, and when he looked back he saw some rabbit fur (which they use in their nests) but then he saw the fluff was moving so he checked it out, and sure enough there were teeny little bunnies down there. They're hidden under 2-3ish inches of fur and grass, and I think there are three of them, maybe four. Thank goodness they stayed put and didn't run out with the noise of the lawn mower! Ah—that would have been dreadful!
I told Jarrod he needs to check on my bunnies while I'm in the hospital. They might be there for another two weeks or so, so I hope I'm home to see them one last time!
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| The day I discovered the nest. |
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Back from Vacation
Jarrod and I returned a couple weeks ago from a cruise vacation. We didn't book it all that much in advance, and in effect didn't get around to telling many people about it.
Our Carnival cruise left out of Galveston on May 2nd and we travelled to Roatan (one of the Bay Islands of Honduras), Belize, and Cozumel.
The beach we went to in Roatan was actually just voted the third best beach in the world on Trip Advisor, and I have to agree: it was the most beautiful beach I've been to so far. The water was incredibly clear and there were fish everywhere. The barrier reef in the Caribbean extends down to Roatan, and is the second largest in the world after the one in Australia. Jarrod had brought a snorkel along, and he said it was really cool. He saw numerous kinds of fish and coral. I wanted to try my hand at it too, but I didn't swim out very far because I didn't want to get too tired (little did I know, Jarrod actually followed me out there in case I did get tired, which was so sweet.) I made it a little ways, though, and saw a few fish! I'm glad I at least gave it a shot.
But aside from that, you only had to wade in a little ways—maybe have the water up to your waist—and fish would be swimming around you. I constantly had at least three fish around my feet, that I kept running into, and a few swimming up around my upper body. It was so cool. And even in four feet of water, you could still see your toes perfectly; like I said, the water was incredibly clear.
Belize City was nice, about as nice as you'd figure a foreign city would be. But our tour guides were
extremely interesting and we learned a lot. I found the countryside of Belize to be really beautiful, so green and lush. Our excursion that day involved a tour of the city and visiting some Mayan ruins. The site we went to is called Altun Ha, and it dates back to 600 AD. They were very cool, and kind of took me back to my childhood days when I was very interested in Native Americans.
Our last stop was in Cozumel, Mexico, which we have been to once before. Cozumel is a little island off the Yucatan peninsula and it's very nice, yet very touristy. We got a cab and went down the road to a park, which had a beach and a few things to do. It was extremely nice, as we were able to just do it at our own pace. The other two days were planned excursions, which were great but after two days in a row we were getting exhausted, and this day we decided to do our own thing. So we slept in a little bit, got off the ship after most people already had, and stayed at the park until we felt like going back. It was a perfect, relaxing day and exactly what we wanted.
During our trip, we had two "fun days at sea", where you sail all day, then the three consecutive days in port, then one day at sea to head home. Our ship had an adult-only deck, which was nice (and actually enforced!), we found ourselves a nice spot on the side of the ship where hardly anyone was, and where you could only hear the ocean. The food was wonderful as always, and we loved our dining room waitstaff. I got adventurous and tried some new foods; I tried rabbit, crab cakes, raw smoked salmon on a bagel, fried shrimp, and frog legs. And these frog legs weren't fried, so I really tried frog legs. They were in like a lemon butter sauce, and I have to say the texture was similar to that of a chicken leg. They weren't bad. The rabbit wasn't bad either, but I didn't like the raw salmon or the crab cakes.
Like our last cruise, we spent a lot of time at the Alchemy Bar, which is a specialized martini bar Carnival has on some of their ships. The martinis they make are like none other I've ever had, and we love going there. We had "our" bartender we liked to go back to named Kateryna from Ukraine. She was great and actually spent a lot of time talking with us, which was cool.
The day we got back, we marathoned it home in 13 hours 50 minutes, which is pretty darn good driving all the way from Galveston. Round trip, I think we put about 1700ish miles on the new car, so you could say we officially broke in the new car.
It was such a nice, relaxing time. Much needed. I can't believe we've been back now for almost two weeks.
Unfortunately, though, not long after we got home I got sick. At first I thought it was allergies, and my body readjusting to our climate (ya know... since there aren't any trees in the middle of the ocean!) And I do think that was the problem... at first. But by the end of last week it was clear I was dealing with something much more severe than allergies. I called my doctor and I've been on a med for a week now without much change. We are going to try one more thing—different meds actually—but if this doesn't work I am going to be checking into the hospital.
It's a bummer, to say the least. I don't know that I caught whatever I did on the cruise, but who knows. It doesn't really matter at this point anyways. I've been having absolutely debilitating coughing fits, where they last 10-15 minutes and I can't do anything else. Really, the other day during work one of these fits struck and I was in the middle of typing something and it sat that way for ten minutes.
So please keep me in your thoughts and prayers that I can recover from this, though I have a feeling that I will be ending up in the hospital in the next week or two no matter what. The oral meds are a temporary fix, and I'm hoping they can get me through till next weekend when we have a wedding to go, but we'll just have to take it day by day.
Our Carnival cruise left out of Galveston on May 2nd and we travelled to Roatan (one of the Bay Islands of Honduras), Belize, and Cozumel.
But aside from that, you only had to wade in a little ways—maybe have the water up to your waist—and fish would be swimming around you. I constantly had at least three fish around my feet, that I kept running into, and a few swimming up around my upper body. It was so cool. And even in four feet of water, you could still see your toes perfectly; like I said, the water was incredibly clear.
Belize City was nice, about as nice as you'd figure a foreign city would be. But our tour guides were
Our last stop was in Cozumel, Mexico, which we have been to once before. Cozumel is a little island off the Yucatan peninsula and it's very nice, yet very touristy. We got a cab and went down the road to a park, which had a beach and a few things to do. It was extremely nice, as we were able to just do it at our own pace. The other two days were planned excursions, which were great but after two days in a row we were getting exhausted, and this day we decided to do our own thing. So we slept in a little bit, got off the ship after most people already had, and stayed at the park until we felt like going back. It was a perfect, relaxing day and exactly what we wanted.
During our trip, we had two "fun days at sea", where you sail all day, then the three consecutive days in port, then one day at sea to head home. Our ship had an adult-only deck, which was nice (and actually enforced!), we found ourselves a nice spot on the side of the ship where hardly anyone was, and where you could only hear the ocean. The food was wonderful as always, and we loved our dining room waitstaff. I got adventurous and tried some new foods; I tried rabbit, crab cakes, raw smoked salmon on a bagel, fried shrimp, and frog legs. And these frog legs weren't fried, so I really tried frog legs. They were in like a lemon butter sauce, and I have to say the texture was similar to that of a chicken leg. They weren't bad. The rabbit wasn't bad either, but I didn't like the raw salmon or the crab cakes.
Like our last cruise, we spent a lot of time at the Alchemy Bar, which is a specialized martini bar Carnival has on some of their ships. The martinis they make are like none other I've ever had, and we love going there. We had "our" bartender we liked to go back to named Kateryna from Ukraine. She was great and actually spent a lot of time talking with us, which was cool.
The day we got back, we marathoned it home in 13 hours 50 minutes, which is pretty darn good driving all the way from Galveston. Round trip, I think we put about 1700ish miles on the new car, so you could say we officially broke in the new car.
It was such a nice, relaxing time. Much needed. I can't believe we've been back now for almost two weeks.
Unfortunately, though, not long after we got home I got sick. At first I thought it was allergies, and my body readjusting to our climate (ya know... since there aren't any trees in the middle of the ocean!) And I do think that was the problem... at first. But by the end of last week it was clear I was dealing with something much more severe than allergies. I called my doctor and I've been on a med for a week now without much change. We are going to try one more thing—different meds actually—but if this doesn't work I am going to be checking into the hospital.
It's a bummer, to say the least. I don't know that I caught whatever I did on the cruise, but who knows. It doesn't really matter at this point anyways. I've been having absolutely debilitating coughing fits, where they last 10-15 minutes and I can't do anything else. Really, the other day during work one of these fits struck and I was in the middle of typing something and it sat that way for ten minutes.
So please keep me in your thoughts and prayers that I can recover from this, though I have a feeling that I will be ending up in the hospital in the next week or two no matter what. The oral meds are a temporary fix, and I'm hoping they can get me through till next weekend when we have a wedding to go, but we'll just have to take it day by day.
Friday, April 24, 2015
I Needed a Wardrobe Makeover, and I Didn't Even Know It
I've been a busy bee for a couple days now.
Yesterday I decided it was high time to check off an item on my Spring Cleaning list: organize the hall closet.
We don't have any closets in our bathrooms so all of our extra toiletries, cleaning supplies, beach towels, and a bunch of random other things end up in our hallway closet. It's a small closet, with one of those smaller doors, and I felt more and more things were being piled in there with no order. So I pulled everything out, set it on our bed, and started going through it.
I pitched a lot of things and made better use of some tubs and bins we had in there that weren't being used well (like, they had two things in them!) I moved some things out of there that didn't really make sense (like hummingbird feeders) and put everything back together in a more orderly fashion. I have a shelf dedicated to cleaning, not much change there; a shelf now dedicated to health things like gloves, masks, alcohol wipes, neb carrying cases, etc; a shelf of toiletries, the freebies you get from the dentist, and other mini's you might like for traveling; and finally a shelf of randoms because, well, it's impossible to avoid. I was happy with the end result.
Today... oof, let me tell you. I attacked my closet.
You probably wouldn't find me on a show like What Not to Wear, but my closet needed a makeover. I didn't realize it, but I was holding onto so much clothes that I never really wore.
This all started last night. I read a blog post shared by Jarrod's cousin Melissa about some lady who got rid of nearly all of her clothes. She was inspired by a woman who advocates for doing a "capsule wardrobe." I was intrigued and amped up last night right before bed, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. So instead, I started looking through my closet and pulling out a few items to get rid of. I think I pulled out 8-10 things, I was happy, and I went to bed.
Today, I looked more into this blog called Unfancy by a woman named Caroline, which was the inspiration for the other woman's closet redo. A quick Wikipedia search told me that a "capsule wardrobe" was a term coined by a designer in the '70s and popularized by Donna Karen. The principal behind it is you have minimal clothes, but your wardrobe is filled with staple items that will never go out of fashion and can be paired with almost anything in season.
I started with Caroline's Unfancy strategy and adapted it for myself. She argues to have a 37-piece wardrobe of items that you absolutely LOVE, one for each of the 4 seasons. This wardrobe does NOT include pajamas, workout clothes, t-shirts, and the junk jeans you'd wear to work on your house. She broke each capsule down for herself into:
But for now, I'm going to bask in my accomplishment and not worry about all of the other things I could possibly get rid of. I did a BIG thing today, and I'm very happy with how things turned out. Deciding what to wear just became easier, because there's less to choose from and my closet doesn't look nearly as overwhelming. I used to stow some items in the spare bedroom closet during their off season, but it wasn't as cut and dry as this. Now, my entire Fall/Winter wardrobe is in there, and I'm not touching it. When I bring it out in the fall, it'll probably feel a little more exciting, almost new in some ways. I'll assess again if there is anything I feel needs to go and shop for new things I might want, and hopefully this simple rotation will help keep my closet in check.
I wish I would have taken some 'before' pictures, but I was so anxious to get started I got everything out of the closet before the thought crossed my mind. So 'after' pictures will have to do:
Yesterday I decided it was high time to check off an item on my Spring Cleaning list: organize the hall closet.
We don't have any closets in our bathrooms so all of our extra toiletries, cleaning supplies, beach towels, and a bunch of random other things end up in our hallway closet. It's a small closet, with one of those smaller doors, and I felt more and more things were being piled in there with no order. So I pulled everything out, set it on our bed, and started going through it.
I pitched a lot of things and made better use of some tubs and bins we had in there that weren't being used well (like, they had two things in them!) I moved some things out of there that didn't really make sense (like hummingbird feeders) and put everything back together in a more orderly fashion. I have a shelf dedicated to cleaning, not much change there; a shelf now dedicated to health things like gloves, masks, alcohol wipes, neb carrying cases, etc; a shelf of toiletries, the freebies you get from the dentist, and other mini's you might like for traveling; and finally a shelf of randoms because, well, it's impossible to avoid. I was happy with the end result.
Today... oof, let me tell you. I attacked my closet.
You probably wouldn't find me on a show like What Not to Wear, but my closet needed a makeover. I didn't realize it, but I was holding onto so much clothes that I never really wore.
This all started last night. I read a blog post shared by Jarrod's cousin Melissa about some lady who got rid of nearly all of her clothes. She was inspired by a woman who advocates for doing a "capsule wardrobe." I was intrigued and amped up last night right before bed, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. So instead, I started looking through my closet and pulling out a few items to get rid of. I think I pulled out 8-10 things, I was happy, and I went to bed.
Today, I looked more into this blog called Unfancy by a woman named Caroline, which was the inspiration for the other woman's closet redo. A quick Wikipedia search told me that a "capsule wardrobe" was a term coined by a designer in the '70s and popularized by Donna Karen. The principal behind it is you have minimal clothes, but your wardrobe is filled with staple items that will never go out of fashion and can be paired with almost anything in season.
I started with Caroline's Unfancy strategy and adapted it for myself. She argues to have a 37-piece wardrobe of items that you absolutely LOVE, one for each of the 4 seasons. This wardrobe does NOT include pajamas, workout clothes, t-shirts, and the junk jeans you'd wear to work on your house. She broke each capsule down for herself into:
- 15 tops
- 9 bottoms
- 9 pairs of shoes
- 2 dresses
- 2 jackets/coats
I started to create my own plan. I didn't feel that having a set wardrobe for spring, summer, fall, and winter would really work for me. Our seasons bleed into each other so much, as evidenced by right now where it is 64 degrees, which is a tad chilly when it was 82 like last week.
I ditched the jackets/coats category. I also didn't want to limit myself to so few dresses. Some recommend using Rent the Runway for special occasions, whereas I'd prefer to go find my own dress at the store. So for myself, I doubled her numbers, made changes, and broke it down to Spring/Summer wardrobe, and Fall/Winter wardrobe. I set my goals as:
And then I got to work.
- 30 tops
- 18 bottoms
- 18 pairs of shoes
- a roundabout goal of 70 items, give or take in the categories
And then I got to work.
If you want to actually pare down your closet, you MUST pull out everything on hangers and empty you drawers and lay it all out. She says it here, and I 100% agree. (I would also recommend washing anything dirty so that you have everything there, there's no use doing this twice.) Then I would sort things as either:
- Love's – keepers
- Maybe's [things that I only 'kinda' like, things that don't fit great, only holding onto for sentimental reasons, are worn out or faded, could be replaced] – put in box, store away, if you don't go back to them during the season, then get rid of them
- Nope's – donate
I started with my shoes and classified them into Spring/Summer or Fall/Winter. There were a few crossovers (like black flats) but surprisingly most of them fit into either or the other label. I realized I'm not going to wear my peep-toe pumps when it's cold out, and I'm not going to wear my riding boots when it's 90° outside. Check shoes off the list!
Then I got to work on the bottoms. This involved a lot of trying on to make sure things fit. I realized I had two pairs of black dress slacks. Now yes, I've always known I had two pairs but this is a small testimony to why you have to pull everything out of your closet. Because then and there, I realized I had two pairs I hardly wear, since I'm no longer in a professional setting that requires them, so why do I need two? They were different sizes, so I put one in my Maybe pile, and kept the other for Fall/Winter.
Then I got to work on all of the tops & dresses I own. For my purposes, I divided them into the right seasonal category, then I started the hard part. Except, since I was already in the zone after going through the shoes and bottoms, it wasn't that difficult. Once I was done, I went back and added a few more items to my Maybe pile.
I was curious how I did. I started counting things up and I actually did quite well! I ended up right on target to where I wanted to be. I didn't count tennis shoes towards my shoe count, and I kept jeans for year-round. But even so, here is how it all shook out:
I've got 31 items and 3 scarves in my donate pile. And I ended up with 49 items in the Maybe bin.
I did not end up with a "capsule wardrobe" by any means, neither was I setting out to create one. The idea was simply my jumping off point to actually clean up my closet and finally rid myself of things I never wear, or things that I don't absolutely love. Why put yourself in clothes that don't boost your confidence or make you happy?
I learned that I had held onto a lot of items with the idea that I might someday need them. I had a lot of things that I used to wear in high school too, which was 10 years ago. I don't wear these things anymore, and clearly I wouldn't find an occasion to wear them. I got rid of a lot of things because I realized they just weren't my style anymore. I used to wear very different clothes from what I wear today. At this point, hanging onto them thinking I might dip back into that style is just silly.
I have packrat tendencies, and I completely realize that I need to apply these ideas to a lot of the other STUFF in my life. But it's much more difficult to be so black and white, I love this or I don't like this, with objects from my past. Those are tied more to the memories and feelings they evoke than my clothes are.
But for now, I'm going to bask in my accomplishment and not worry about all of the other things I could possibly get rid of. I did a BIG thing today, and I'm very happy with how things turned out. Deciding what to wear just became easier, because there's less to choose from and my closet doesn't look nearly as overwhelming. I used to stow some items in the spare bedroom closet during their off season, but it wasn't as cut and dry as this. Now, my entire Fall/Winter wardrobe is in there, and I'm not touching it. When I bring it out in the fall, it'll probably feel a little more exciting, almost new in some ways. I'll assess again if there is anything I feel needs to go and shop for new things I might want, and hopefully this simple rotation will help keep my closet in check.
I wish I would have taken some 'before' pictures, but I was so anxious to get started I got everything out of the closet before the thought crossed my mind. So 'after' pictures will have to do:
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| Fall/Winter |
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| Spring/Summer |
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Life Is Amazing!
I watched a special on PBS' Nature the other day. It was the first of a three-part series about animal homes. This first episode was about bird nests.
As you know, I love birds, but I hadn't given it much thought as to how many different kinds of nests there are. It's kind of amazing. As the episode showed about 6 or so different birds building their homes, they were all so unique. The little hummingbird makes his nest from plant fibers and spider silk; the osprey carries hundreds of pounds of sticks and builds up a colossal mess of a nest; the brush turkey in Australia just kicked back a giant pile of leaves, left the eggs to incubate inside the big pile, and then left them to fend for themselves like baby turtles who have to climb to the surface and find their way. I've included the video of the hummingbird below (if you don't see it, click here to go watch it on YouTube), because it was just fascinating. I love those little hummer birds, hopefully I'll have some in my backyard this year.
It was definitely one of the most interesting shows I've watched in a while. After it was done I was left with one thought: Life is amazing.
I mean, how often do we sit back and really ponder about life? No one birds how to do these things, why they should make a nest out of sticks or mud or leaves, they just DO them.
But beyond instincts and intuition, I got to thinking about how life is amazing on a cellular level. All life starts out as two tiny little cells, whether it's a person, a bird, a dog, a lion, a fish, anything. And somehow those cells divide, and somehow some of those cells become hair, and some become skin cells, and some of them become fingernails or claws, and some of them develop internal organs, and some of them develop noses and eyes, on and on. No one is making this happen, no one is telling these cells how to divide, it just happens!
Isn't that amazing? Like really, totally awesome, crazy amazing?
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Back to the Gym
Last night I went back to the gym; it's been quite some time since I've been there. I've been walking the treadmill at home, but I honestly can't remember the last time I lifted weights.
And I've been feeling it too. There were some days where my muscles would kind of ache, but in a going backwards kind of way; like I could feel the strength draining slowly out or something. Once you do exercise and become more active, you are inevitably more aware of your body and therefore you also notice how you feel when you're inactive.
But it felt really good to go back last night. I don't know what it was, but yesterday morning I just decided "Today I am going. No more excuses." I was happy with the amount that I was able to do, as well. I have lost some strength, but I'm definitely not starting over, so that was good to see.
I don't know why, but it's been really hard lately to feel motivated to exercise. I have to exercise, as you know, but I allow myself a day or two off each week. Lately, it's been more like two or even three days off... which is not a good habit to slip into. I'm working really hard right now to get back on track. And I feel by putting this in writing, it might help me a little more.
I wish I could go lift more today, while I'm pumped up and excited to keep the momentum going, but I think it's best to let my muscles rest for a day, like you're supposed to anyways. My arms are a little tired, so they definitely need a day off. But here's to keeping it up—and if you've been like me, and a little on the lazy side, I challenge you to get back to it, too! It feels really good :)
And I've been feeling it too. There were some days where my muscles would kind of ache, but in a going backwards kind of way; like I could feel the strength draining slowly out or something. Once you do exercise and become more active, you are inevitably more aware of your body and therefore you also notice how you feel when you're inactive.
But it felt really good to go back last night. I don't know what it was, but yesterday morning I just decided "Today I am going. No more excuses." I was happy with the amount that I was able to do, as well. I have lost some strength, but I'm definitely not starting over, so that was good to see.
I don't know why, but it's been really hard lately to feel motivated to exercise. I have to exercise, as you know, but I allow myself a day or two off each week. Lately, it's been more like two or even three days off... which is not a good habit to slip into. I'm working really hard right now to get back on track. And I feel by putting this in writing, it might help me a little more.
I wish I could go lift more today, while I'm pumped up and excited to keep the momentum going, but I think it's best to let my muscles rest for a day, like you're supposed to anyways. My arms are a little tired, so they definitely need a day off. But here's to keeping it up—and if you've been like me, and a little on the lazy side, I challenge you to get back to it, too! It feels really good :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Hap-py Dance!
Let me do my little happy dance... *does happy dance in seat
I had a checkup today, and I was expecting it to go so-so. I got sick, most likely with some sort of virus, two weeks ago. My only symptom was drainage, it was so odd. My symptoms went away within a week, which is amazingly quick for me, and I wasn't doing all that bad. Again, for me, it was a pretty mild whatever-it-was illness. But I have some lasting effects from it, primarily this really deep wheeze in one spot of my lung. Long story short (not really...) I was expecting my PFTs to be lowered due to this wheezing and maybe I'd come home on some oral meds.
Nope. Not the case!
Turns out, my PFTs were AMAZING! Not only have I maintained my levels since I got out of the hospital, but I have improved! And not just a tiny bit, but a GOOD bit! I went from a 0.90 to a 1.01! Usually we rejoice with small gains; like if I was at 0.95 I'd still be excited. But a 12% change?! That's really good.
So yeah, since I'm doing so well I definitely don't need meds right now. I just need to keep working at getting the gunk out of there with airway clearance and exercise.
I wanted to celebrate tonight so we went to Imo's and got a bacon cheeseburger pizza. :)
I had a checkup today, and I was expecting it to go so-so. I got sick, most likely with some sort of virus, two weeks ago. My only symptom was drainage, it was so odd. My symptoms went away within a week, which is amazingly quick for me, and I wasn't doing all that bad. Again, for me, it was a pretty mild whatever-it-was illness. But I have some lasting effects from it, primarily this really deep wheeze in one spot of my lung. Long story short (not really...) I was expecting my PFTs to be lowered due to this wheezing and maybe I'd come home on some oral meds.
Nope. Not the case!
Turns out, my PFTs were AMAZING! Not only have I maintained my levels since I got out of the hospital, but I have improved! And not just a tiny bit, but a GOOD bit! I went from a 0.90 to a 1.01! Usually we rejoice with small gains; like if I was at 0.95 I'd still be excited. But a 12% change?! That's really good.
So yeah, since I'm doing so well I definitely don't need meds right now. I just need to keep working at getting the gunk out of there with airway clearance and exercise.
I wanted to celebrate tonight so we went to Imo's and got a bacon cheeseburger pizza. :)
Monday, February 2, 2015
The NYC Trip That Wasn't
I can't believe its been a week since we tried to go to New York City. I never wrote the specifics on here, but we were set to take a vacation to NYC to see Cabaret on Broadway, go to the WTC museum and memorial, go to the Met, eat some great food, and a myriad of other little things.
My story begins on Friday, actually, because we hit our first obstacle with this trip which is: Jarrod got sick. Talk about the worst possible timing. As you can imagine, he felt so awful about it, even though he had no control over it. So to keep me from our house of germs, I went and stayed at my parents', and Jarrod loaded up on Dayquil, Nyquil, and the zinc things to get over his cold as quickly as possible.
Then on Sunday, there was the news of the blizzard. The forecast was difficult to pin down, as with all snow forecasts, but said it would start snowing Monday morning, but be light and minor, with snow increasing and picking up by the evening, with the worst and 'blizzard conditions' to happen overnight.
The second obstacle was our flight got cancelled ahead of the storm on Sunday evening. We were supposed to leave STL at 10:55am and fly direct to LGA and arrive at 2:30 or so, with enough time ahead of the of the storm to get to our hotel and settle in for the next couple days. Instead, we were switched to a flight to DTW (which is Detroit), that left at 10:25am, layover for about an hour, then one that headed to LGA at 1:52, arriving at 3:40. This was iffy because we knew we could make it to Detroit, no problem, but 3:40 was much closer to when it was supposed to be snowing steadily than even 2:30 (I know it's just over an hour, but every minute counted here.)
Our entire goal for the day was to get to NYC and get to our hotel. We were going to be getting there before the worst of the storm, so it wasn't a big deal. We knew exactly how we were going to get from the airport to our hotel, we just needed to get there. Once I knew we were settled in our room, I would breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy my first blizzard inside my room.
We had crossed our T's and dotted our I's in preparation for this trip, health-wise for me. I got a note from my doctor, in case there were any questions about the medications and stuff I was bringing along, got the portable oxygen concentrator cleared for in-flight use with the airline, and told the TSA people everything they 'needed' to know about medical liquids, my port, and whatever. It was no big deal, at all. They wiped down the oxygen concentrator and tested that, which is nothing surprising, and we were on our way. Luckily I didn't have to lug my vest along and was using other methods of airway clearance, ones that are small, handheld, and could fit in my purse if I wanted.
Our flight to Detroit went off without a hitch. I was getting butterflies in my stomach prior to taking off! We "pre-boarded" which is something you do if you need extra time or assistance boarding, and Jarrod admitted later that it was kind of nice being able to pre-board with me.
When we landed in Detroit, we were at gate like A71, and the terminal is REALLY long. We had to get down to 39 or something like that, for our flight to LGA, which in reality wasn't all that far from boarding. It sounds like you have plenty of time: there is one hour layover between flights. But when we who pre-board get to go first, there really wasn't much time at all. We walked at a good enough pace, and thank goodness for those moving sidewalks. I bought some snacks at a shop because turned out we weren't going to have enough time to get lunch.
Sure enough, we were sitting at the gate, eating my Goldfish crackers, and it was about 5 minutes and then we boarded the plane.
So as the plane starts to board, the flight attendant came around saying to keep your coats with you and anything else under the seat in front of you that will fit. And the whole reason she was saying this was because if we had to take a delay because of baggage, we might miss our time slot into LGA. We were one of the last flights out to LGA, and we were the ONLY flight out of Detroit to LGA, so this was it. All or nothing.
Anyways, as people continued to get on, a... "situation" developed a few rows behind us. I don't know how it all started, but I guess a man wasn't feeling good and called over a flight attendant to himself. He was explaining to her all of his health problems, which included, at least, heart palpitations and diabetes. They took his blood pressure and it was 220/110! I don't know how the guy wasn't having a stroke. They told him he was unsafe to fly like that—no kidding—and then called in medical. I don't know how many medical people, flight attendants, and the pilot walked back there multiple times. And he said how he hasn't taken some medication he needs for days, because he ran out. Great...
The anxiety and frustration in the room was palpable, you could have cut it with a knife. EVERYONE wanted to get out of there NOW, because we all knew we were operating on a time crunch here, with just barely enough time to get to LaGuardia, IF we even made it at all. We were supposed to have taken off around 1:52pm, but it was already 2:15. So all these people kept coming onto the plane, and really, they should have taken the guy OFF the plane. So this guy, Fragile Heart Man, was sort of Obstacle #3. Eventually he told them he was feeling better, which on the surface sounded like a good thing, unless the guy would have a heart attack in the middle of the flight and then we'd have to make an emergency landing.
Ok, so then we were about to be on our way. The pilot told us that the weather wasn't bad at the moment, but if anything was ever deemed unsafe, they would reroute us to Norfolk. It took awhile more, but we finally backed out of the gate. We taxied out towards the runway. Then we stopped, and Jarrod made a face. Turns out he made that face because he audibly knew they had turned the engines off. Sure enough, the pilot came on and said "Well, as you can see, we are nowhere near a runway. We have been ordered under a ground stop for one hour from LGA due to weather and low visibility. So after an hour, at that time, they will re-evaluate the situation and we will know more at that time."
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was disappointed and sighed with frustration. I hopped on Twitter and news sites and such, and turns out we were 1 of TEN flights left that were grounded! That's it. That was all that was left in the entire country, that hadn't been already cancelled, heading to LaGuardia. That is an insanely small number, considering ten flights probably take off or land at LGA in the matter of a minute or two.
Not more than 10-15 minutes went by and the captain came back on to say the flight had been cancelled. Everyone was super disappointed, yet I doubt anyone was shocked at that point. The biggest question was if Fragile Heart Man cost us our flight. Eventually, sitting there, I silently cried. We gathered up our stuff and left the plane. Another guy behind us asked the pilot if that whole "situation" made any difference, and he said it didn't. In reality, the Fragile Heart Man might have saved us from being mid-air, and then having to land in Norfolk.
So after that we were instructed to go to a few different desks where they would rebook us on another flight.
We waited in line for a while and when we finally got up there, the lady told us our options. Turned out, we had already been rebooked... on a flight to West Palm Beach, then to LGA the next day! So we would have left for West Palm Beach, from Detroit, at 8am, gotten there around noon, had a 4-hour layover until 4:50 or something, and then another 2.5-3 hour flight to LGA, finally getting there around 8:00 in the evening. It would have been another entire day of traveling, would have been a long exhausting day too, and it was a very shaky plan, as no one was confident LGA would be open on Tuesday. We asked if there was any way we could get out on Wednesday morning and she said "Yeah, there's one at 7:25... no... 8:20... no... 10:15." Everything else had booked up while we were standing there! We said we'd keep the Palm Beach flight and think it over.
With the 10:15 flight, arriving around noon-something, there was no possible way we'd make it to our matinee show of Cabaret on Wednesday (which was at 2:00.) So we seemed to have 3 options, all varying in levels of complications:
At that moment, it was over. I felt all of my plans, my hopes, and my wishes of returning to New York City slip out of my hands in an instant like water. Cabaret was the entire reason we even planned to go on this trip at this time, in order to see the show before it closes in March, and to see it with Emma Stone in the lead role before she left mid-February.
Jarrod then asked if we could get a refund, and fortunately we could. So the lady began to process our refund. I hope someone else enjoyed our seats as much as we hoped to.
Now it was time for the hotel. We had talked to them a day earlier, asking if they would give us a refund, and they would not budge and said no. On Monday, though, it was a little different and they agreed to refund us our money, which was a huge relief. After we got the theater tickets refunded, and the hotel was in the process of being refunded, I hopped back in line at the Delta desk to get on a flight back home to STL. There were two options, one at 5:40pm, and one at 7:25pm. It was already 4-4:30, so the 5:40 option was no good; there would be no way we'd get supper. And we hadn't eaten lunch, so we really needed a meal.
My story begins on Friday, actually, because we hit our first obstacle with this trip which is: Jarrod got sick. Talk about the worst possible timing. As you can imagine, he felt so awful about it, even though he had no control over it. So to keep me from our house of germs, I went and stayed at my parents', and Jarrod loaded up on Dayquil, Nyquil, and the zinc things to get over his cold as quickly as possible.
Then on Sunday, there was the news of the blizzard. The forecast was difficult to pin down, as with all snow forecasts, but said it would start snowing Monday morning, but be light and minor, with snow increasing and picking up by the evening, with the worst and 'blizzard conditions' to happen overnight.
The second obstacle was our flight got cancelled ahead of the storm on Sunday evening. We were supposed to leave STL at 10:55am and fly direct to LGA and arrive at 2:30 or so, with enough time ahead of the of the storm to get to our hotel and settle in for the next couple days. Instead, we were switched to a flight to DTW (which is Detroit), that left at 10:25am, layover for about an hour, then one that headed to LGA at 1:52, arriving at 3:40. This was iffy because we knew we could make it to Detroit, no problem, but 3:40 was much closer to when it was supposed to be snowing steadily than even 2:30 (I know it's just over an hour, but every minute counted here.)
Our entire goal for the day was to get to NYC and get to our hotel. We were going to be getting there before the worst of the storm, so it wasn't a big deal. We knew exactly how we were going to get from the airport to our hotel, we just needed to get there. Once I knew we were settled in our room, I would breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy my first blizzard inside my room.
We had crossed our T's and dotted our I's in preparation for this trip, health-wise for me. I got a note from my doctor, in case there were any questions about the medications and stuff I was bringing along, got the portable oxygen concentrator cleared for in-flight use with the airline, and told the TSA people everything they 'needed' to know about medical liquids, my port, and whatever. It was no big deal, at all. They wiped down the oxygen concentrator and tested that, which is nothing surprising, and we were on our way. Luckily I didn't have to lug my vest along and was using other methods of airway clearance, ones that are small, handheld, and could fit in my purse if I wanted.
Our flight to Detroit went off without a hitch. I was getting butterflies in my stomach prior to taking off! We "pre-boarded" which is something you do if you need extra time or assistance boarding, and Jarrod admitted later that it was kind of nice being able to pre-board with me.
When we landed in Detroit, we were at gate like A71, and the terminal is REALLY long. We had to get down to 39 or something like that, for our flight to LGA, which in reality wasn't all that far from boarding. It sounds like you have plenty of time: there is one hour layover between flights. But when we who pre-board get to go first, there really wasn't much time at all. We walked at a good enough pace, and thank goodness for those moving sidewalks. I bought some snacks at a shop because turned out we weren't going to have enough time to get lunch.
Sure enough, we were sitting at the gate, eating my Goldfish crackers, and it was about 5 minutes and then we boarded the plane.
So as the plane starts to board, the flight attendant came around saying to keep your coats with you and anything else under the seat in front of you that will fit. And the whole reason she was saying this was because if we had to take a delay because of baggage, we might miss our time slot into LGA. We were one of the last flights out to LGA, and we were the ONLY flight out of Detroit to LGA, so this was it. All or nothing.
Anyways, as people continued to get on, a... "situation" developed a few rows behind us. I don't know how it all started, but I guess a man wasn't feeling good and called over a flight attendant to himself. He was explaining to her all of his health problems, which included, at least, heart palpitations and diabetes. They took his blood pressure and it was 220/110! I don't know how the guy wasn't having a stroke. They told him he was unsafe to fly like that—no kidding—and then called in medical. I don't know how many medical people, flight attendants, and the pilot walked back there multiple times. And he said how he hasn't taken some medication he needs for days, because he ran out. Great...
The anxiety and frustration in the room was palpable, you could have cut it with a knife. EVERYONE wanted to get out of there NOW, because we all knew we were operating on a time crunch here, with just barely enough time to get to LaGuardia, IF we even made it at all. We were supposed to have taken off around 1:52pm, but it was already 2:15. So all these people kept coming onto the plane, and really, they should have taken the guy OFF the plane. So this guy, Fragile Heart Man, was sort of Obstacle #3. Eventually he told them he was feeling better, which on the surface sounded like a good thing, unless the guy would have a heart attack in the middle of the flight and then we'd have to make an emergency landing.
Ok, so then we were about to be on our way. The pilot told us that the weather wasn't bad at the moment, but if anything was ever deemed unsafe, they would reroute us to Norfolk. It took awhile more, but we finally backed out of the gate. We taxied out towards the runway. Then we stopped, and Jarrod made a face. Turns out he made that face because he audibly knew they had turned the engines off. Sure enough, the pilot came on and said "Well, as you can see, we are nowhere near a runway. We have been ordered under a ground stop for one hour from LGA due to weather and low visibility. So after an hour, at that time, they will re-evaluate the situation and we will know more at that time."
Everyone, and I mean everyone, was disappointed and sighed with frustration. I hopped on Twitter and news sites and such, and turns out we were 1 of TEN flights left that were grounded! That's it. That was all that was left in the entire country, that hadn't been already cancelled, heading to LaGuardia. That is an insanely small number, considering ten flights probably take off or land at LGA in the matter of a minute or two.
Not more than 10-15 minutes went by and the captain came back on to say the flight had been cancelled. Everyone was super disappointed, yet I doubt anyone was shocked at that point. The biggest question was if Fragile Heart Man cost us our flight. Eventually, sitting there, I silently cried. We gathered up our stuff and left the plane. Another guy behind us asked the pilot if that whole "situation" made any difference, and he said it didn't. In reality, the Fragile Heart Man might have saved us from being mid-air, and then having to land in Norfolk.
So after that we were instructed to go to a few different desks where they would rebook us on another flight.
We waited in line for a while and when we finally got up there, the lady told us our options. Turned out, we had already been rebooked... on a flight to West Palm Beach, then to LGA the next day! So we would have left for West Palm Beach, from Detroit, at 8am, gotten there around noon, had a 4-hour layover until 4:50 or something, and then another 2.5-3 hour flight to LGA, finally getting there around 8:00 in the evening. It would have been another entire day of traveling, would have been a long exhausting day too, and it was a very shaky plan, as no one was confident LGA would be open on Tuesday. We asked if there was any way we could get out on Wednesday morning and she said "Yeah, there's one at 7:25... no... 8:20... no... 10:15." Everything else had booked up while we were standing there! We said we'd keep the Palm Beach flight and think it over.
With the 10:15 flight, arriving around noon-something, there was no possible way we'd make it to our matinee show of Cabaret on Wednesday (which was at 2:00.) So we seemed to have 3 options, all varying in levels of complications:
- Easiest: Come back home to STL, forfeit our trip.
- Harder: The West Palm Beach plan, with the hope that the flight wouldn't be cancelled.
- Hardest: Stay at the airport hotel for two nights, switch our Cabaret tickets to Wednesday or Thursday evening, hopefully fly out Wednesday morning.
At that moment, it was over. I felt all of my plans, my hopes, and my wishes of returning to New York City slip out of my hands in an instant like water. Cabaret was the entire reason we even planned to go on this trip at this time, in order to see the show before it closes in March, and to see it with Emma Stone in the lead role before she left mid-February.
Jarrod then asked if we could get a refund, and fortunately we could. So the lady began to process our refund. I hope someone else enjoyed our seats as much as we hoped to.
Now it was time for the hotel. We had talked to them a day earlier, asking if they would give us a refund, and they would not budge and said no. On Monday, though, it was a little different and they agreed to refund us our money, which was a huge relief. After we got the theater tickets refunded, and the hotel was in the process of being refunded, I hopped back in line at the Delta desk to get on a flight back home to STL. There were two options, one at 5:40pm, and one at 7:25pm. It was already 4-4:30, so the 5:40 option was no good; there would be no way we'd get supper. And we hadn't eaten lunch, so we really needed a meal.
We finally got to the desk and I said "Hi again!" and smiled, trying to lighten the mood a little bit, you could tell she had some rough passengers to deal with. She remembered us, and we told her we changed our minds and would like to head back home to STL. She booked us on the 7:25pm flight. Then she said we would be able to get a partial refund, which was great. We were planning to ask anyway. She had to make a phone call, and I don't know what the deal was, but they put her on hold for a good 10-15 minutes. Finally she got approval of whatever she needed and printed us our new boarding passes.
So DTW has this awesome indoor tram that runs the length of the terminal (remember how I said it was a long terminal?), and boy was that nice. You could board at the far ends, and in the middle. So we took the escalator up and waited two minutes, at most, then got on board and rode down to the higher numbers where we needed to be.
We ate dinner at a brew pub of sorts, and both enjoyed a beer. But immediately when we sat down Jarrod said "Uh... can I see those boarding passes?" in a very concerned way. Our flight had already been delayed from 7:25pm to 9:00pm... yay. Also, our gate had moved to 51, so we had to go BACK to near where we were. We finished dinner and made the long trek back to gate 51, all the way from 80 (for reference, Terminals A & C at Lambert have 21ish gates total, this place had 81.) We sat down at the gate and they were handing out snacks, complementary because our flight had been delayed, which was a nice gesture.
The plane arrived on time, we pre-boarded once again, and things were shaping up well. We ended up getting out at 8:45, and I breathed a sigh of relief. They booked it home, too, and cut about 20 minutes off our flight time. We arrived at 9:00ish, so the flight was barely over an hour. I'd also like to add how happy I was we never checked any luggage. We were able to both pack in one carry on suitcase, and put extra shoes and all my meds stuff in a backpack. Thank goodness for that.
I was extremely disappointed we didn't make it to New York, but after we got our refunds squared away and it was a done deal, I was relieved to get a flight back home and know I was not going to have to stay the night in Detroit.
Clearly we were not destined to go on this trip. It was a bummer to wake up Tuesday and see that NYC, in fact, did NOT get the predicted amount of snow, surprise surprise. They barely got 8 inches, and everyone was complaining that they blew everything out of proportion so badly, that it's almost comical that the city was SHUT DOWN at like 11pm Monday night (all cars were ordered off the streets, and the subway closed at 9pm, which is a first in its 100+ year history [and that one really doesn't make sense... it's underground! that's half the reason it's there is to get people around when there is weather, they could have easily closed some above-ground tracks without shutting the whole thing down.])
So DTW has this awesome indoor tram that runs the length of the terminal (remember how I said it was a long terminal?), and boy was that nice. You could board at the far ends, and in the middle. So we took the escalator up and waited two minutes, at most, then got on board and rode down to the higher numbers where we needed to be.
We ate dinner at a brew pub of sorts, and both enjoyed a beer. But immediately when we sat down Jarrod said "Uh... can I see those boarding passes?" in a very concerned way. Our flight had already been delayed from 7:25pm to 9:00pm... yay. Also, our gate had moved to 51, so we had to go BACK to near where we were. We finished dinner and made the long trek back to gate 51, all the way from 80 (for reference, Terminals A & C at Lambert have 21ish gates total, this place had 81.) We sat down at the gate and they were handing out snacks, complementary because our flight had been delayed, which was a nice gesture.
The plane arrived on time, we pre-boarded once again, and things were shaping up well. We ended up getting out at 8:45, and I breathed a sigh of relief. They booked it home, too, and cut about 20 minutes off our flight time. We arrived at 9:00ish, so the flight was barely over an hour. I'd also like to add how happy I was we never checked any luggage. We were able to both pack in one carry on suitcase, and put extra shoes and all my meds stuff in a backpack. Thank goodness for that.
I was extremely disappointed we didn't make it to New York, but after we got our refunds squared away and it was a done deal, I was relieved to get a flight back home and know I was not going to have to stay the night in Detroit.
Clearly we were not destined to go on this trip. It was a bummer to wake up Tuesday and see that NYC, in fact, did NOT get the predicted amount of snow, surprise surprise. They barely got 8 inches, and everyone was complaining that they blew everything out of proportion so badly, that it's almost comical that the city was SHUT DOWN at like 11pm Monday night (all cars were ordered off the streets, and the subway closed at 9pm, which is a first in its 100+ year history [and that one really doesn't make sense... it's underground! that's half the reason it's there is to get people around when there is weather, they could have easily closed some above-ground tracks without shutting the whole thing down.])
Some vacation, eh?
But hey, Jarrod had never been to Michigan so at least he got to cross that state off the map, right?
But hey, Jarrod had never been to Michigan so at least he got to cross that state off the map, right?
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Cookie Season
It's once again Girl Scout cookie season, but this year comes with some changes. Most notably, the addition of online ordering and that the price of a box of cookies went up 50 cents to $4.00 per box. It's all for the kids, I know, I know... but I will agree with my mom in that they are going to price themselves out of selling cookies before too long; especially when you consider that you only get 16 or less cookies in most boxes. There will always be those people who buy them no matter what, but for those of us who don't have a niece, cousin, or relative selling cookies, it's a bit of a tough sell to convince me to buy cookies just for the heck of it. Jarrod and I don't plan on getting any this year because, honestly, we don't love those cookies that much. Heck, I still have Tagalongs from last year, that's how rarely I eat them.
In thinking about the price change, it doesn't seem all that surprising considering food costs for everything have risen over the past year. So I'm guessing the ingredients to make the cookies went up in price, thus they needed to raise the price.
I've never been a fan of the Thin Mints, which I am sure is still their biggest seller (take this from a girl who used to sell 200-250+ cookies a year [when they were $2-2.50 a box, mind you] the Thin Mints always outsold everything else by a landslide.) But if you are a fan of the Samoas*, like myself, I am here to tell you there is an alternative...
Not to rain on the Girl Scouts' parade, but you can get Samoas in the grocery store year round. I finally tried a package of Keebler "Coconut Dreams" cookies which, by the example on the front, looked to be like Samoas.
They ARE Samoas.
They are the same size and they taste EXACTLY the same. And I'm not speaking in terms of how some off-brand things 'kind of' taste like the name brand, enough so that you think to yourself 'Ok this will do, it tastes pretty much the same.' No, these are dead on; in a blind taste test, you'd have no idea which one was which. I even compared the nutrition labels: they have the exact same calories, same fat content, and the ingredients list is the same except for being in a slightly different order—but not by much.
And just for funzies:
*I'm talking about "Samoas", not the stupid "Caramel DeLites" our area was treated to a couple years ago because the region's chapter decided to switch bakers. The Caramel DeLites sucked, and I have no doubt it was because they were a "lighter" cookie with less calories and fat (it's true, they have less than Samoas.)
In thinking about the price change, it doesn't seem all that surprising considering food costs for everything have risen over the past year. So I'm guessing the ingredients to make the cookies went up in price, thus they needed to raise the price.
I've never been a fan of the Thin Mints, which I am sure is still their biggest seller (take this from a girl who used to sell 200-250+ cookies a year [when they were $2-2.50 a box, mind you] the Thin Mints always outsold everything else by a landslide.) But if you are a fan of the Samoas*, like myself, I am here to tell you there is an alternative...
Not to rain on the Girl Scouts' parade, but you can get Samoas in the grocery store year round. I finally tried a package of Keebler "Coconut Dreams" cookies which, by the example on the front, looked to be like Samoas.
They ARE Samoas.
They are the same size and they taste EXACTLY the same. And I'm not speaking in terms of how some off-brand things 'kind of' taste like the name brand, enough so that you think to yourself 'Ok this will do, it tastes pretty much the same.' No, these are dead on; in a blind taste test, you'd have no idea which one was which. I even compared the nutrition labels: they have the exact same calories, same fat content, and the ingredients list is the same except for being in a slightly different order—but not by much.
And just for funzies:
- Keebler Coconut Dreams: $2.50 per box, 18 cookies, 14¢/cookie
- Girl Scout Samoas: $4.00 per box, 15 cookies, 26¢/cookie
*I'm talking about "Samoas", not the stupid "Caramel DeLites" our area was treated to a couple years ago because the region's chapter decided to switch bakers. The Caramel DeLites sucked, and I have no doubt it was because they were a "lighter" cookie with less calories and fat (it's true, they have less than Samoas.)
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Feeling Better
I had a good PFT on Thursday. On the Friday I left the hospital, I blew out a FEV1 of 0.90, and on Thursday I was at 0.94! So a small, good improvement! My doctor called to say she was pleased with my results, and I finished home IV meds yesterday.
I was so excited, as always, to take a shower after two weeks of not having one. It was also exciting, as always, to wear normal clothes again—tshirts and sweats are only fun and comfy for so long, but they lose their appeal quickly and then you just start to feel a bit like a bum.
Yesterday and today have been nice weather-wise, so I took the dog outside and played ball with her. I know she loved it. It was nice for me too, to get out in the sunshine for a bit. Who would have thought I'd be barefoot and barely wearing a jacket in the middle of January?
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