Out of Africa and my doctor says ok

I got a clean bill of health last Monday from the Infectious Disease Doctor, who had treated me in the hospital for the various stuff that were giving me pneumonia last month. He says I've cleared out the molds that caused it, as well as strep. Yay for modern medicine.  

The recent CT Scan of my lungs says I still have Bronchiectasis.  I will see my primary care doc (the new one) next week for a annual wellness check. Then see my pulmonologist the next month.

Isn't this the cutest T-bird? It reminds me of that movie about young love.

I may be writing in more or less good English. And I'm driving within all the laws.

But my mental acuity is still sort of out to lunch.

I had seen this office for License Plates while searching for the doctor's office the first time I went. This time I thought I'd take some identification papers and see about updating my drivers license to the "Real ID" kind which is needed for flying.

Oops.  They don't do drivers licenses at the license plates office. License...that's where my brain stopped.

I could have figured that out, as the line was pretty short. I've heard it is very long to get drivers licenses. I'll try in Marion, a nearby smaller town than Asheville. 

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The other day I rewatched "Out of Africa" - which is still one of the best movies ever made.

I was so touched to see Karen packing all her belongings as she gave up her home to return to Denmark. She had lots of helpers, but there was this huge yard sale also. All her precious dishes and glassware were gone. I'm clearing  away  a lot of old treasures of my life. I don't need those sweet wine glasses since I don't drink any more. 

In the movie then there's the scene where she's eating dinner by one candle sitting on wood crates in the empty room. 

And she tells Denys that whenever it seems she can't possibly go on, she makes herself feel just a bit worse by remembering some of the best times she's had while living there.  She lists the sweetest most blissful memories.

So, I will continue packing to perhaps move on in my life. And I am not at all sure I'll try the technique that Karen Blixen came up with. But I do like looking for some sweet memories. Almost as much as I like making new ones!

Feeling good again

I woke up feeling really good this morning. No more fever, which has plagued me constantly for the last 4 days. Whew. That was not fun, though I wasn't that sick, just figured I might get sicker the next day. And here I woke up feeling as good as the weather outside.

Yes I'm a fare-weather bird...glad it doesn't rain any more here than it does.

Just wanted a chance to let my blogging friends know whatever laid me up seems to be overcome. Lots of rest, less food than usual, plenty of fluids...naps most days...well, I can't claim that any one thing helped.  My friend who took off from her job because her throat and chest were hurting says she feels better today too.

So healing is also on the news...mine and hers at least.

I'm very selective about what I listen to on the news these days.

The windows are open, I can see robins listening for worms and bugs (how do they do that anyway?) and then capturing their breakfast. A little sparrow follows behind her seeing if she missed anything.

And trees are about to burst. My maples have buds that are beginning to open. The Bradford Pear, which was our first blooming tree, lost it's blooms and is fully green now.

I wonder how long I'll be able to see the mountain tops across the valley...before my nest here in the treetops is covered with green leaves!