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I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!

Thursday, 24 February 2011

Chill out moments

I am officially a lazy sod in the mornings. I've got to face it I love my bed and listening to the sounds of people outside doing their everyday chores. I hear my neighbour telling off her dogs for their misdemeanors or my other neighbour getting ready to go to work or her retired husband banging about in his shed. On a Saturday and Sunday mornings, it's football matches in the playing field beyond my fence.
Also it's the light coming in through the window or the rain hitting my oxygen unit cover, all very relaxing.
I have always been lazy in the morning and have always loved soaking up the sounds. More people should try it on their days off instead of rushing around all the time.

Mother ventured out in the big wide world today for the first time in ages. We went for lunch at the garden centre down the road from us, as she likes it there and I had a 'buy one meal, get one free' voucher. Mind you so did about twenty people in front of me in the queue as well!
A garden centre seems a rather unusual place to take school kids for a treat on their half term break. I think that would be the last place I would have wanted to go as a child!
Bless her, she has aged somewhat. She had totally missed her lips with her lipstick, but at least she had tried. But she enjoyed it and hopefully she will sleep better tonight for having done something today rather than sit in front of the TV nonstop. I didn't want her sitting on her own today, as it is 21 years today that dad died.

I came home, cleaned my bath and then ironed the clothes that had actually dried lovely in the sunshine today. After that, I felt absolutely shattered and realised that I had done too much yet again, but I had achieved something ad that was a good feeling.

Lots of love Debbie x

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