Stronger: Chapter Two
I woke up in a crappy mood. I have been home from the hospital for a week now and my voice is taking its sweet time coming back. I am glad I had the surgery, don’t get me wrong. I love being able to breath at a 98 percent level again. The things I now need to work on consist of building up my endurance levels. Walking gets my heart rate up to 169 beats, according to my oximeter that I use to measure my oxygen levels and my heartbeat.
Despite my endurance levels being too low, Vickie (one of my awesome sisters), Myron (my care provider), and I drove to Subway got ourselves some lunch and then drove downtown Vancouver, Washington where we had a picnic lunch by the water front. The sun was out. There were cute dogs everywhere, interesting people everywhere and a magnificent view to eat our lunch. We spent a couple of hours out there. I took a lot of pictures. Something I love to do. I enjoyed my lunch, it lifted up my spirits. Though I didn’t like being the center of some people’s view of me walking around breathing the way that I do and having to take small breaks and cough up mucus crap. I know that I am beautiful, but can you at least have some couth to let someone live a life without being starred out like she is a circus clown. That was the only annoying thing I experienced today. Enjoy the pictures!