Everything turning out rosy

I woke myself up coughing last night thanks to the tube coming off my oxygen concentrator. Strange that mine should come off the same night as fixing my mother's neighbours tubing, but mine was probably due to getting it caught under the door yet again or me treading on it after I had got up for a pee. I guess that I should be glad it was that way round and that I wasn't called out of bed to fix hers at 3am. I can't say I would have gone round with the same amount of smiley wiliness as I did in the previous evening.

The morning was quite gorgeous when it was time to get up, bright and sunny. I felt a nesting urge to get everything looking ship shape in the bungalow and I wasn't the only one, as there was washing appearing on lines in all the neighbours gardens.
I did overdo the chemicals though, as I decided I would have a go at cleaning my oven and descaling the kettle at the same time. Probably not the best jobs to attempt for someone with breathing problems and I think the oven cleaner that I found under the sink was a tad on the old side, as ok it helped a bit, but there wasn't really enough to do a good job, so I guess I put myself through that for nothing.
And whether it was the chemicals or the bending up and down from sink to oven, but my phlegm flow was certainly increased and I spent quite a while with my head over the loo coughing up the contents of my lungs afterwards!
I did feel a little stupid that I had taken on too much again at that point, as I had also stripped the bed and still had to make it up again, but luckily the cavalry came in the shape of Ann who helped me put the clean duvet set on. One of us with a fractured wrist and one with a knackered set of lungs, an odd team but we made the bed in record time!

I actually had enough time to shower and do my hair, plus a little rest before setting off for lunch with my family to celebrate my mother's and my eldest son's birthday. The restaurant that we were aiming for had an hour wait as you can't book but just turn up, so we went down the road to another one where we were seated straight away, but had to wait nearly an hour for our main course as they lost the order! Still it gave us time to chat and catch up and even my ex husband managed to stay and eat. He isn't good with places, but I was proud that he coped, as years ago he would have insisted that I drove him home.
And mother has got into the swing of taking her tablets when she should, so everything turned out well today... that makes a change in my life!

Lots of love Debbie x