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So, took a long weekend and knocked out the rest of what had to be done on the house, including the cleaning. That was great!
Had my first severe asthma attack in eighteen years. Not so good. Very not good.
I think the cough I was getting each time we went back to Georgia was actually related to mild asthma, caused by the exposure to extreme allergens. Dust, after the furniture was moved around, and down that had slipped out of the comforters and settled in those hard-to-reach places that were suddenly not so hard to reach.
Breathing was shallow and cough was back by Sunday. By Monday I could not complete a sentence in one breath. We had to stop and buy me an over-the-counter asthma inhaler on the trip back. I didn't have one because it has been so long since I'd noticed any shortness of breath that I didn't attribute to exercise.
This was a mistake. Also, I kept thinking it would get better on it's own once I rested. DING! Mistake number two. Oy.
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In any case, I am back and the house is not my problem anymore (in that there is nothing else I can do except wait for it to sell). It is good to not be in teh allergy capital of the world anymore.
We have a social engagement this Friday, and I am hopeful we can begin to make friends here. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I can get an inhaler to have on hand and a refill for the thyroid medicine. We have a month to get the boys a pediatrician, so the pressure isn't really on there. I changed our address with all our magazines (to a PO box, on account of our digs here are temporary -- cozy, but temporary).
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In the move I located a box full of my old sketch pads. Holy COW, I used to be a good artist. I found one sketch I'd totally put on my wall, though it might seem a bit dated. It's in storage now, but I'll console myself with posting the best thing I've done lately (past couple of years)-- the hubby before he was the hubby, reading in a park we used to go to a lot:
I need to get my hand in again.
Had my first severe asthma attack in eighteen years. Not so good. Very not good.
I think the cough I was getting each time we went back to Georgia was actually related to mild asthma, caused by the exposure to extreme allergens. Dust, after the furniture was moved around, and down that had slipped out of the comforters and settled in those hard-to-reach places that were suddenly not so hard to reach.
Breathing was shallow and cough was back by Sunday. By Monday I could not complete a sentence in one breath. We had to stop and buy me an over-the-counter asthma inhaler on the trip back. I didn't have one because it has been so long since I'd noticed any shortness of breath that I didn't attribute to exercise.
This was a mistake. Also, I kept thinking it would get better on it's own once I rested. DING! Mistake number two. Oy.
***
In any case, I am back and the house is not my problem anymore (in that there is nothing else I can do except wait for it to sell). It is good to not be in teh allergy capital of the world anymore.
We have a social engagement this Friday, and I am hopeful we can begin to make friends here. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, so I can get an inhaler to have on hand and a refill for the thyroid medicine. We have a month to get the boys a pediatrician, so the pressure isn't really on there. I changed our address with all our magazines (to a PO box, on account of our digs here are temporary -- cozy, but temporary).
***
In the move I located a box full of my old sketch pads. Holy COW, I used to be a good artist. I found one sketch I'd totally put on my wall, though it might seem a bit dated. It's in storage now, but I'll console myself with posting the best thing I've done lately (past couple of years)-- the hubby before he was the hubby, reading in a park we used to go to a lot:
I need to get my hand in again.
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