The church bell strikes eleven hours, immediately extinguish some lampposts. The darkness lies over the polders. Slowly drops today. A busy day, with lots of impressions and skirmishes. The waiting is now for the care, for a final change. Then I can lay my head to rest. Now my thoughts are still very busy.
Do some breathing exercises in the lovely evening air. Maybe they'll reassure me. Then time for a puffer (medicine). For a few hours without extra oxygen, I note, that is nice. Also that tomorrow is Friday, our son only has to work half a day.
His calm and tranquility, his familiarity, which I am provided for all weekend and the prospect of good weather.
Her cheerfulness works contagious and if it's okay, for the first time, in my 'new' scooter mobile, I will venture me into the garden. That's about a year ago then. The first in my life, after forty years of COPD. (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) That can rightly be considered a joke (then it was simply called bronchitis) ). Who knows what the future will bring...
Tomorrow I will wake up reborn.