Just had a thought about needing a bit of a whinge...not a full on rant mind you...just a 'oh woe is me'...'cos I can. Might not be justified of course and probably isn't...
Jenny's just left a comment about her back hurting after she's had a shopping trip and that triggered off thoughts of my extreme tiredness after we've been out anywhere and it's a bloody pain in the neck...
And I yawn...a lot. I have expansive yawns down to a fine art actually...it's easily explained 'cos I have a lack of oxygen...which triggers off yawns.
And I get tired to my bones and want to go to bed at nine o'clock and that's COPD as well...makes you knackered.
Then there's the being dozy and forgetful...I told T about the effects of the morphine and she said...But Sue, how long do those effects last?' and the answer is buggered if I know, but at least I have a legitimate excuse now.
When I stand in my little wooden shed...and the names John and Max came up with are ever so slightly silly actually...if you don't mind my saying so...and gaze out of the window for a good twenty minutes thinking about nothing much...I blame it totally on the COPD.
Since learning this affliction is some obscure genetic condition that few have heard of and fewer still are particularly interested in I play on it terribly...'I have a rare genetic pre disposition' I announce grandly to anyone who'll listen...and most scowl and say it's 'cos you smoke you daft bat...but the truth, dreadful though it is, is that I'd have developed COPD whether I'd smoked like a chimney since I was twelve or not...and that's actually not nice.
I'll blame it on Mother...I blame most of my adult afflictions on her, so one more won't make much of a difference.
But it's a bit of a pain actually 'cos I'd always wanted to go to Tibet...and I'd love to visit China...and Mongolia...but gasping for breath in Ireland is one thing...struggling to breathe while on the Mongolian Steppes while surrounded by Yaks is quite another...
There was a book I read as a child, probably by Rumer Godden, though I can't recall now, about Tibet and Yaks...and from then on I've so wanted to see a Yak in the flesh as it were...
And I'd love to go to Siberia...how much I'd like that. Those vast snowy wildernesses travelling on a slow train with samovars at the end of each carriage...hearing wolves howl at the moon while stopping at tiny remote stations...eating hot suet dumplings on the platform surrounded by ethnic peoples wearing furs...drinking hot sweet tea until the train whistle sounds.
Of course no one young and able ever reads my blogs...but if they were to by chance... my advice would be not to leave your adventures too late. Seize the day...go adventuring now.