don't sleep in the subway darling, don't stand in the pouring rain
2004-01-19 - 4:38 p.m.

Today got off to a rough start and nothing fantastic or exciting is happening right now, but it really is a great day.

After Albuterol my sats (oxygen saturation level) were down to 83 and needless to say I felt like I could hardly breathe. I was about to go into full (disgusting) detail about how and why and what mucus plugs do, but I’ll spare you. It just happens from time to time, so you relax, turn up the oxygen, and try to break up the plug by coughing and/or percussion (the vibration of an instrument against the chest, sides, and back in order to break up congestion). So I got a late start this morning but hey, it is a Monday.

And I may begin (or continue) to sound silly to some, but a miracle happened in my dad. He’s ready to talk to my sister and move on and he took the first step today by calling her and wanting to meet somewhere to talk. This might sound like nothing, but you don’t know my dad and although he is great and compassionate and wonderful, he is also very sensitive and when he gets hurt it pretty much destroys him and he becomes very very bitter. So this is big. Now when my counselor comes this Friday and wonders what happened after she left here that day, I can tell her that it is finally (almost) resolved. I prayed for resolution yesterday.