Sunday is here. I don’t know what the day has in store because my main focus is on my recovery efforts. I think that I have reached my limit for the time being. Further progress will come in smaller increments. I’ve got the point where exhaustion is a real warning and not just an inconvenience.
My endurance can be better, but progress will be slower than in the first few weeks. My daily steps are still in the 1000-1500 range, and the next increase will see me trying to reach 2000 steps.
I’m happy to report that I’m sleeping much better than before I began meditation and serious journaling to track my progress. I feel better as a result, and introspection will be a daily part of my life from now on.
I take the portable oxygen tank with me when I’m out, but I’m not too fond of it. It isn’t very comfortable, and it makes me feel self-conscious in public. I hope to qualify for one of the Inogen machines in a few months because that is less conspicuous. The first time I went into the grocery store with the oxygen tank in the shopping cart, I felt awful; I was embarrassed and ashamed of being seen like that. Hal convinced me that it was better to be seen with the oxygen tank than being wheeled out of the grocery store by EMS technicians after passing out.
I will adjust to carrying oxygen with me from now on because I need it to survive. Running out of breath is a terrible feeling, and it is worse when it happens in public. The tank is the price I must pay for my condition.
If the weather cooperates, we might finally venture to the new apartment today to feel for the neighborhood and environment. If we don’t make it, there will be no chance on Monday.
I feel like today is going to be an excellent day for us. I’m looking forward to whatever adventures wait for us.