This morning I was talking on the phone to one of you, a person so devoted to victory that, when he achieves it, he will often thrust his pelvis at his opponent AND talk smack about the people on his own team, and said person said to me “It’s all about the winning with you, isn’t it?”
And, y’all, that just struck me as so funny that I laughed like a grade-schooler at a slumber party. I mean, I laughed, thought I was done laughing, and tried to calm down only to find that there were still more giggles and when those subsided, more bubbled up. I had to tilt my head back and just let them come.
I haven’t laughed like that in ages. It felt good.
My doctor (ha, the fact that I have a doctor about bowls me over) has me on a trial of Advair and she said it would be about two weeks before I noticed any big difference, but I’ve got to tell you, America, I feel like I notice a difference already. I still feel like I’m breathing through a sponge and I still think I’m really noisy when I breathe, but I feel like more air is getting to my lungs.
I don’t feel like I’m struggling as much. I wonder, too, if I’m sleeping better.
Anyway, my hope is that Advair will be a price that I can afford and I can keep taking it, if, indeed, the gradual improvements continue to gradually improve.
And I’m starting to think about this year’s utiseta and which consecutive nine nights I can devote to it before the end of the month. I’m really looking forward to that.