I got the breathing machine, a substitute for one of my inhalers during rough periods. I'm supposed to wean off it when I start getting better and go back to the rescue inhaler. I'm also still on the other three inhalers, my Singulair, and a six-day course of steroids (yes, the nasty little pills). I'm not going to work tomorrow, and I'm going to call the eye doctor and see what all this does to my surgery date. Hopefully nothing. In my mind I know it's no big deal if it's postponed, and that's of course all in God's hands. But you know how I am about getting my hopes up for things. I threw a big fit when the 1998 surgery was postponed, and with this respiratory stuff hanging on indefinitely I don't know what's going to happen. I'm trying to think positive, whatever that is.
Anyway, I'm going to go eat a pot pie and then settle down in bed with a book. I may end up taking the laptop to bed tomorrow. About.com still goes on.