Miracles still happen, don't they?
My lungs sure think so. Somethings more 'right' than usual. I'm half trying to analyze it to death so that I can cling to it, and half trying to play the "if you truly love something you let it go" card and just enjoy it... haha.
I'm taking this opportunity to do more, not less physio. More, not less-----er, no---bike (I've been awful at it, with the excuse being summer weather doesn't warrant stationary bike use). When I used to come fresh out of i.v.'s I tried this too.. hoping to hold onto the good. It never seemed to work but that's no reason to stop trying, right? Right.
I've wondered about a few things causing my downswing in.. I think?.. Inflammation symptoms. One hypothesis is being out of azithromycin for 6 weeks turned into a discovery that I'm better off than on it? Another could be new nephew Elijah's magical baby cuteness cures lung problems? I like to credit the baby, especially when he decided to allow his first laugh-a-thon to be hosted at Auntie M's house the other week. Super early for his age, I might add.
Just when you think you know your health pattern, it changes. And for once I'm grateful. No hospital admission for me this October.... she proclaims on the 5th, nervously laughing...
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