Taking the High Road

First, you have to read this post talking about doctors and patients with chronic disease. Really good stuff.

The cookies and muffins are baked. I did a midnight run to the grocery store and was up late baking, but the food is ready. The clothes are all set to go into the suitcase. I have cleaned the house from top to bottom (which is a weird fetish I seem to have inherited from my mother. The house must be clean even though no one will be home, but when I am home? Oscar the Grouch would not feel out of place.).

And the lungs are not happy. (Perhaps from the dust?)

And I still need to workout today.

So I've decided I'm just going to not care about the breathing. I'll take the rescue inhaler and ignore it.

We'll see how far that takes me.