I'm finally getting some of that energy I've been wishing so badly for back.

I've also been trying to write (hence the routine) but I was sick of hearing myself whine.

That's all my head was doing, constantly, reminding me I couldn't breathe. I could barely leave the house, my life is over, blah, blah, blah.

I'm trying to turn those nasty voices off, or at least the volume down, and enjoy the capacity I do have.

Forcing myself into activity has worked.

It doesn't alleviate the constant anxiety I have over the fact that my lungs are not functioning properly.

But they're not actually failing either.

I have tests the 28th to determine if the inhalers and zithromax have worked to improve my pulmonary function.

I also have a CT that day to check out, among other things, the status of the infiltrates in my lungs and any possible suspicious node activity (aka cancer).

These past couple days, and probably for the rest of the week, I've been taking one task at a time focusing on family and friends.

I'm finally learning to enjoy the simplicity of it all, and I think that's one great Christmas gift to me.