My diaphragm, that muscle that pushes air into and out of my lungs, is paralyzed.
I left the hospital, thinking about life and looking up at the clouds. What else is there to do when you know life will never be the same?
Monday, May 6, 2013
Day 796
The fluroscopy test I had on my lungs today confirmed the pulmonary specialist's preliminary diagnosis.
My diaphragm, that muscle that pushes air into and out of my lungs, is paralyzed.
I left the hospital, thinking about life and looking up at the clouds. What else is there to do when you know life will never be the same?
My diaphragm, that muscle that pushes air into and out of my lungs, is paralyzed.
I left the hospital, thinking about life and looking up at the clouds. What else is there to do when you know life will never be the same?
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Day 795
Taking close up pictures of the tulips has gotten me thinking about how much things look different close up. I could go on about how it applies to my life right now, but I will restrain myself.
But I'm not restraining from (trying) to take a close up picture of something else, my hand after painting the steps at the Boise place. Yep, I over did it but yep, they look good. (My hand? Not so pretty.)
But I'm not restraining from (trying) to take a close up picture of something else, my hand after painting the steps at the Boise place. Yep, I over did it but yep, they look good. (My hand? Not so pretty.)
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