Getting Old?
I can tell now, after this last convention, that either I'm getting older or that a lot has happened since my first convention that wears me out faster than normal. I'm not bouncing back as fast (usually I'm still raring to go another day or so when I get home from the last day) and taking longer to recuperate. Sunday night after I got home, sure I was still going and putting things away and such, but I was going on the last of my energy. As soon as I sat down, I was done. That was it for me. Yesterday, I was a vegetable. I had no energy, my legs were still achey from standing almost all weekend, and I felt like I had been hit by a metal pipe. Today, I feel better, but I still don't feel like doing anything.
Today, mom called and set up all my appointments (well, almost all. Didn't call my pulmonologist). Tomorrow morning I finally go for my CT scan that my pulmonologist ordered weeks ago, Tuesday I go to the *******, Tuesday morning is my neurologist....wait a minute...I just realized that may be a problem...Oh well. I'm suppose to be at my neurologist at 8.45, I babysit at noon until 2.45, and my ******* appointment is at 3...something won't be getting done, and I'm guessing the babysitting. Oh well...the lady will understand, since she knows what all is wrong with me. I just hope Dr. Porvin (my pulmonologist) doesn't find anything wrong with me after my scan.
But as soon as I can get all this stuff done (or started), my life will be a bit better. And that's what matters, right? Having a better life?
~CP
Today, mom called and set up all my appointments (well, almost all. Didn't call my pulmonologist). Tomorrow morning I finally go for my CT scan that my pulmonologist ordered weeks ago, Tuesday I go to the *******, Tuesday morning is my neurologist....wait a minute...I just realized that may be a problem...Oh well. I'm suppose to be at my neurologist at 8.45, I babysit at noon until 2.45, and my ******* appointment is at 3...something won't be getting done, and I'm guessing the babysitting. Oh well...the lady will understand, since she knows what all is wrong with me. I just hope Dr. Porvin (my pulmonologist) doesn't find anything wrong with me after my scan.
But as soon as I can get all this stuff done (or started), my life will be a bit better. And that's what matters, right? Having a better life?
~CP