Had my weekly checkup yesterday and the “yuk” of the past couple of weeks have either settled into my new normal and/or have gone away (the crappy cold I caught)! I count that as a good! But no visit from my nurse seems to be complete without my weekly finger-wagging speech about doing too much. Under my breath, the question is always… what the fuck is “too much”? If I can do it, is it too much? I mean...the alternative seems to be to sit quietly, do nothing and hope like hell it will help me live longer! I am who I am! I have already given up Art Festivals and teaching because I understood and had serious physical symptoms that keep me from doing them. It is not that I am not aware of what this heart and body can do...hell I have to live in it!
I am not giving into this disease. It is going to do what it is going to do. I cannot fight or beat heart failure but I can choose not to lay down and allow it to take over my entire life...it has robbed me of enough already! I am not stupid I know how to be careful, but I am still living my life!
"I would rather have 2 weeks of wonderful than a whole life of nothing special.” Steel Magnolias
"Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" The Beatles