Venture Ye Not Further Than The Deck!

Hello, My Friends~~~

I used to be one of those blithe folks who pranced through fall and spring without a sneeze or watery eye. I used to cock my head in wonder at those friends who had to breathe though a little plastic tube while pushing down on a silver vial expelling miraculous mist into their lungs. I used to...

This weekend has confirmed to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am one of the legions of folks who have asthma. I don't usually use my blog to speak about medical issues, because I want this to be a whimsical fun crafty place to visit. This weekend I felt anything but whimsical, crafty, or fun. This is unusual for me. I usually bound around with the energy of a child hyped up on Pixie Stix and Kool-Aid. Not so this weekend. A cough at the tail end of a rigorous cold brought me to my knees. Were it not for a rescue inhaler prescribed to me last fall by my doctor (and I thought, hey, I don't need that!), I can't imagine what would have transpired. I had never had a reason to use one before and was a little intimidated. Intimidation leaves quite rapidly when you are gasping for air like a beached barracuda, and you puff away. I am much better right now, thank you, but I need to get to my doctor and see what I can get to prevent the use of a rescue medication.

Oh, and I didn't tell you the delightful side effect. At the tail end of this cold, I have coughed so much that I thought I cracked a rib. Intense pain that flared up for the past two afternoons and into the night. It was nothing more than a badly pulled muscle which kept me sleeping upright for two nights in a row. Sunday is another day, and I feel more human. Tonight I think I may be able to lay sideways--a girl can dream can't she?

So I have bored you beyond belief with my tale of woe. I am bored being stuck in my home. My hubby has forbidden me from doing anything more rigorous than sitting at my desk typing this. He even strongly suggested I not go to the first Arlington flea market of the season which happened this past Saturday. That was the worst, OK well, maybe not the worst, but it stung like a hornet.

So I have ventured not further than my deck which holds awakening spring with whisical vintage bits tossed in for fun. I snapped three pictures for you so I could end this post with something more familiar to my usual content...

Chipmunk peeking from behind Hens n' Chicks.

Teeny sedums in a vintage bait can with a pretty chartreuse Geisha guarding them.

Pink poodle, aqua pot, and mini geraniums.

OK, well, time to go back inside and relax. Personally, I've had relaxation up to my ears. Lets hope good ol' doc gives me something to bring me back to my old hyper self. Living like a slug ain't for me.~~~Love you all and stay well!~~~XXOO, Beth