… I’m not quite up on my feet yet. I’ve been moving around but have decided to just stay put at home. I’m having trouble breathing. I had always hoped to outgrow my asthma, but when I see others who have to lug around an inhaler or whose activities are framed by the use of maintenance medication, I can’t help but feel fortunate still.
From all indications, it looks like my cough is getting better. I woke up without the usual pain in my throat. Still, I felt exhausted all day. As if my body was continually fighting the infection assaulting it.
While there was so much more I would’ve wanted to do this weekend that I didn’t get to do, it wasn’t a total washout despite my body’s protests.
I go back to work tomorrow hoping that my cough will not be as deep, and my cold more manageable. I might even venture another round of photos at Bryant Park before going up to my building.
It should be an easier day. I hope. It’s a short week for me as we’re heading up to Lake George for a summer getaway for just a few days. I can use the break — even if I’m coughing up a storm. (Maybe more so…)