o good god, my day in tiny detail. for real?

not pretty.
yesterday was a good day.  my friend tj and her daughter who is 3years old came over and we played and talked.  tj had told me about a woman who has just purchased space in a fleamarket type place over at greenspoint mall in north houston, sort of on your way out of town.  at least it is when i go by there on my way out of town.  lol
the last was asking tj if she knew anyone that would care to join her and be paid by commission.  i have done this before and i liked it.  that is what is was doing till hurricane ike came in and pushed galveston down and rubbed it nose around in the sand.  of course, tj told this woman she might know someone.

i’ve been a little leery about crossing inventory lines in that regard.  i was worried about creating a huge mess to clean up.  i was hedging around and tj reminded me that i had a total separate inventory.

now this was right after she took me over to the lady’s website to see her own handmade jewelry….. her stuff is very vanilla and very simple.  i told tj the woman might not like my stuff for that and i was sure she might not like me because my stuff was made better and with better materials.  but i remember i started out the same way.  she is a bead stringer and so was i.  after she showed me her website and reminded me i had 3 shoe sized boxes of stuff to look through, we put together one dozen items for her to look at.

i asked for the regular prices, so i know she will mark them up.  she is big into crystals and new age, so they fit in there as well.  crystal and new agers tend to be a little edgy and out there and more inclined to WANT people to ask them about their jewelry.
we’ll see, we’ll see.

so i moved around more than i have been for some days yesterday.  that’s a good thing and i appreciate it. my little butt is in the way now to say…. when i have a busy day, it messes around with me some.

i kept waking up every hour or so, feeling breathless and fearful.  the fearful feeling dissipates as soon as i become aware, because i know i have nothing to fear.  and waking up and breathing takes care of the not breathing. 
it is not sleep apnea.  my o2 saturation levels drop really low.  when i am awake and they drop, that panicky feeling kicks in around 75 and just grows some as it goes lower.  when i sleep and it happens, my o2 sats will drop down around 50.
just like they must have been doing last night. 

i woke up with that horrible migrane type headache that comes along with this thing.  if i get lucky and throwup it oozes out right away.  otherwise i just have to wait.  so earlier in the week dustin moved my bedroom around some for me.  one of the first things i do before leaving the bed is to use a couple of inhalers to make pulling and pushing air back and forth easier for the solitary diseased left lung.  this morning i did not do that.  i got caught walking from my bedroom and made it as far as my work table.  it might be 20 feet.  had to sit down.    and my breath just would not come back.  so i just sat and focused on breathing as well as i could.

while doing this, i felt up-chucky and head-achy and my poor swollen feet and legs are so done with this.  they are telling me this big time.  so did i mention that keith has been home the whole week?  vacation time.  anyway, he gets himself antsy about wanting to fix it…. he goes and brings me my portable and turns off the oxygen concentrator to see if it needs service.  i felt no difference and blinked at the same time when i remembered i had not taken my inhalers.  by now it was going to take a long assed time to go get them so i asked keith if he’d go get them for me.  they worked pretty quick to make a big difference.
keith brought me a cup of coffee.  it was still warm.

that headache moved back some.  after a couple of hours, the headache was gone.  i just sat quietly.  i fell asleep.  keith woke me up and wanted to know if i wanted him to roll me into my room so i could go back to bed.  i had been sitting in my work table chair.  it’s an old desk chair with casters on it.
i had gotten up a little after 8:30 am.  it was a little after noon and i was hungry and needed to take morning meds.  with food.  i went into the kitchen and could tell today would be sucking for air.  all day long.  i had to sit down again in the kitchen.  gads, it takes a long time for that oxygen load in my bloodstream to come around and gather up and fill it up.  i guess it could be worse….
i made some toast.  i made a microwaved scrammbled egg and i got a slice of mozzarillo cheese.  and i cored an apple.  between doing that and stopping and resting, i got to eat after 12:30.  by then…… i needed another nap.

i have tried to make a useful effort here today.  while i was waiting for the water to get hot in the sink, i rinsed some dishes off for the washer.  since the cabinet doors were right there in front of me, while i was scooting around on my secretaries chair in the kitchen, i wiped off the front of the cabinets in front of the sink.  after i ate and looked at the computer i went to go lay down again.  i slept for 3 hours.  when i got up and peed, i sat down at my work table to breathe some air and started back to work on things on the desk top.

by this time of the day i am feeling much better.  yesterday was so worth it.