Another doctors appointment. This time it was a Neuromuscular Pulmonogist. Yes Dr. Asshole was a barrel of laughs. He rambled on and on about my future death in detail. I ever so politely tired to interrupt him 45 minutes into his death speech...he ever so rudely looked me square in the face and informed me he was not finished. It's not the death speech that got to me nearly as bad as I've heard this speech 50 times and they all act like this news is going to be shocking. Later my daughter told me she knew he was dead in the water at that point (does she know me or what). I did ANOTHER breathing test, only to be told I am at 40-50% in breathing capability. Then I was told I have been using my bpap machine wrong for 2 years. The person that brought it and set it up, put the wrong settings in. Yes 2 years of fucking sleeping with nose pillows, fighting this stupid machine was for not! Yeah idiot! Guess he really gave a flying shit I have the Shit Ass Disease (TSAD)! Dr. Asshole's staff was amazing, so I guess it was worth it. This is called rant and retrieve!
My daughter sent me a post from Facebook from Steve Gleason (former NFL player that has TSAD) in which he said, "Its funny how exhausting not moving can be". I love how someone with TSAD can sum it up in one sentence.
So with all that being said, I want to change this post to something I love. If I had unlimited funds I would have a house full of fresh flowers. I mean I know they are expensive, they die after a short period of time, but this is my fantasy so screw off (ha ha)! I would have them in every room, changed out every other day. Cool vases, everything from modern clear glass to milk glass. They would be so full you wouldn't be able to put one more flower in the vase. Mostly pink (duh). Here are a few of what I would have:
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So that's my rant and retrieve and pretentious fantasy.
Flower on...
Sue "CiCi"Cook
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