Yesterday was an exhausting day, and I ended up taking a long nap during much of the late afternoon/early evening. I was coughing continuously and it really wore me out. But I'm coughing a lot less today and definitely feeling stronger. In a little while I'm going to take a shower, so I can spend all of tomorrow resting until it's time to get dressed to go out to the MAMH (Massachusetts Association for Mental Health) event.
When we left the hotel the other day, a little piece fell off the scooter and Marty was concerned that it wouldn't run, so this morning he got it out of the car and set it up and in fact it wouldn't turn on. We called the company and got someone who talked him through where the little piece (it was a fuse) went, and it's running fine. It would be a disaster if we needed it tomorrow and it wasn't working.
I can feel my heart working harder and harder as I struggle more with my breathing. I can see that, even on a day like today where I feel somewhat better, the general trend is downward. But I'm still able to do things that remind me of my old life. I wrote greetings that were read to attendees at two different conferences (in New York and Virginia)--the original idea was to make videotapes but I never got that together. My friend Betty just sent me a bunch of interview questions for a magazine article, about women and mental health, that I will try to work on in the next few days. And I want to give some thoughts to the brief remarks I will make at the ceremony tomorrow. All these things remind me that I am something besides an invalid.