People addicted to it all over the place. It's splashed all over Facebook. Family members glued to the tv.
There's a lot of down time here. A lot of time spent sitting on the couch or laying in bed, resting after expelling energy at physio, a day out shopping, or a night out with my breathless friends.
|This guy has a great stylist|
I spend a lot of time on my laptop (it's a wonder my fingers and eyeballs aren't permanently attached to it). So I came to the conclusion that it would be to my benefit to check out this "incredible" show; as I'm just sitting here breathing hard and being cool.
Well, now I'm freaking addicted.
I watch it while I'm doing my aerosols. I watch during any down time during the day. I lay in my bed at night and watch it before I go to sleep.
I'm blasting through the episodes and am now convinced there will be a zombie apocolypse.
The other day, while in the shower, I turned around, saw something dark, and screamed.
It was my towel, which was thrown over the glass door.
I think I might have a problem. Good thing I have a mean guard dog for protection from the flesh-eating monsters.
My park friend, Cynthia, (who also lives in the building) texted me, asking if I was home. She then said she'd drop by for a minute. She knocked, I opened the door, and she was standing there with this:
She thought that as I was far from home, and only here temporarily, that I wouldn't have a tree...she was right. It's beautiful and I love it.
So sweet and thoughtful.
Tonight, mom brought in the mail and there were a couple of Christmas cards (thanks Don & Marie). Every card is appreciated. These will provide me with memories of my time here and make me smile for years to come.
Along with a card, came a gift from a fellow cystic, Laura:
Lungs, to tide me over until some fresh ones come.