WHAT CAN I SAY

I am really tired.  I've found out there's a reason for that...I have a condition that causes me to lose oxygen every time I walk around.  Now if I'm sitting still, or even swimming or using my "bean" which I rock to exercise my stomach muscles, I feel okay.  But if I get up to...say...do my garden, or vacuum, or even do the dishes, I'm out of breath.

I'm going to the best place for breathing issues in the country.  I won't elaborate on that any more.  I'm just pissed about it.

I quit smoking in 1987.  I worked out.  I did everything right.  I'm so tired of being sick, overweight (which now may have an explanation...lack of oxygen which leads to lack of ability to do anything strenuous) and tired.

This is nothing but a rant.  I don't want to be sick.  I don't like the couch.  It's getting permanent indentations from my big ass.  I want to do stuff.  Like even walk the dogs, for Christ's sake!

I should be going to bed and I'm all worked up because all this has come down in the past couple days.  I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.  I'm too fucking young to be this old.

Over and out...the old broad.  I don't have one single sunshiney wisdom to share today.  I'm a wet hen...and that's pretty damned mad.