HEALTH UPDATE

 Will and I were boostered up, again, a week ago. Tuesday.

Though my arm hurt enough to take extra strength Tylenol—thankfully, no other side effects from this COVID booster were experienced by either of us.

Our first booster, having been more than six months ago (received a few weeks after my most recent lung surgery in July) saw Will pushing my wheel chair, whisking me into and out of the pharmacy (both of us safely masked) as quickly as possible.  Afterward, we’d waited the required 15 minutes within the safety of our car.

This time (seven months beyond my last lung surgery, still masked but with no need of wheelchair or walker), I realized that my fear of surviving a bout of omicron has relaxed from that which had been my experience, several months ago, at which time I could barely walk to the bathroom with walker in hand compared with being able to walk, outside, holding hands with Will as is true, today.😊

The day after our second booster, we picked up Ravi after school.

Several weeks ago, I’d not yet recouped the energy necessary to interact happily (though quietly) with my beloved seven year old grand daughter’s lively spirit for two hours on my own.  This week, what a mutually loving time had been enjoyed by Gramma and grand daughter!

With Will by my side, our walks (though veeery slow paced) had lasted, only five minutes before increasing, little by little, to ten at which time I ‘d felt too short of breath to continue without sitting down on the seat of my walker, and week by week, we’ve been able to extend our daily walk for three minutes more until the day came to pass when a total of twenty minutes has passed before my remaining lung’s current capacity to oxygenate both sides of my body felt too overtaxed to take even one more step—no walker in sight.

Positively focused moments of reflection, concerning the healing nature of emotional and physical growth spurts, provide my spirit, yet again, with a healthy way to promote each on-going change for the better as seen through my mind’s eye’s rear view mirror, and more importantly, today’s insight driven, intuitive train of thought shines a spotlight upon the attitude with which I choose to view the landscape of my life in hopes of continually accruing self-motivated, personal improvements by focusing ever more clearly upon whatever pleasures my eye, directly ahead of me, while taking a determined hold of the steering wheel of my life so as to determine the frequency with which I’ll enjoy contributing to heartfelt laughter with loved ones while growth in self awareness becomes ever more attentive toward ever so tenderly embracing the vulnerabilities of our youngsters and our oldsters inclusive of whatever age I cannot believe is true of—myself!  I mean—how can it be remotely possible that Will is soon to celebrate his 80th year—when the mere thought of that undeniable truth continues to feel utterly impossible to absorb!

Yesterday, Will and I met with the director of physical therapy at Mayo.  Though I had been scheduled to attend sessions of PT held in Mayo’s hospital gym, back in November, spiking numbers of Covid saw us quarantining seriously, at home, again, until we began to venture out on restaurant patios, as of last week.  And so, with N95 mask in place, I plan to begin PT in hopes of improving my lung’s capacity to oxygenate both sides of my body—asap. 

🙋🏻‍♀️😊Annie

PS   May I most respectfully remind you that:

I define inner peace as suggesting my being at peace with myself as a person, who strives for self improvement without putting myself down for being an imperfect human being.

I define peace of mind as suggesting a sliding state of being that depends upon something of an irritating nature within my personal life that has been resolved.

Though my personal sense of peace of mind must be aware of situations that exist, which are beyond my control to resolve, that does not mean I feel peaceful while considering human savagery, such as is currently being perpetrated upon The Ukrainian people …

Bottom line—If I did not clarify these distinctions concerning peacefulness, my mind would always feel inflamed, which is a most unhealthy way to live.