Thursday, September 08, 2011

A Clarification

My last post may have led some of you to believe that I'm on death's bed having my measurements taken for my urn. Not so, at least for the time being.

Rather, I'm having technical problems with my lungs: they aren't lunging properly. And they're getting worse. It has been a helluva couple of weeks trying to breathe, with no discernible improvement. My inhaler, mist medications, oxygen, and a corticosteroid increase are all less effective—which has me both worried and anxious. Even though I knew this time would come.

The best way to conserve energy and breath is on my back, so that's where I spend up to eighteen hours a day. I read and I nap, so I'm not up here enjoying the big time. I won't be blogging any longer, but I'll leave this post open for comments and you can tweet me @prof_worm. I'll answer comments a few at a time.

In the meantime, I'm resting and waiting . . .

22 comments:

hope said...

Thank you for the clarification! Kinda knocked the wind out of my sails as well.

As someone recently diagnosed with asthma (fortunately mild and under control) I still know that breathless feeling, which I refer to as having an elephant sit on your chest. Unless being breathless is caused by someone of the opposite sex, it stinks! Unfortunately, becoming anxious only makes those muscles tighten and keep out air..a vicious and most unfair cycle.

So lie back and read a spell. If Martha gets bored you can do what Hubby does when it comes to the computer (mind out of the gutter, where did you think I was going with this?!): he dictates and I type. It'll make you feel like you're rich and famous.

In the meantime, rest up and know we love ya!

Mapstew said...

And there was me trying to put a flower arrangement together!

You rest my friend. I have you in my thoughts daily Charles, you are one witty man. You are one of the very few men who have touched my heart, (and I am a hard heart to reach!) You always make me smile, you always give me hope, you always make me believe in love! :¬)
xxx

Fay said...

Hey, Dude. My mother bought an old wooden tea box to use for her ashes. I've also heard that coffee cans are about the right size. I hope you can always count on me to be helpful.
I don't much like the idea of you not blogging any longer, but at least you won't be blogging any shorter. Well, I hope not anyway.
I hope you know how much I love your posts, your wit, your . . . . twisted sharp brain. I'm totally in lust with your brain. I didn't write for a long time, but I came onsite to check you out. I wish we could have sat in a coffee shop getting all latte-ed up, solving the world's problems on a regular basis. I would have very much enjoyed that and I'm sure the world would be nearly perfect by now had we been able to do that. But regardless of our not having met in the flesh, my world is much improved because of you.
If you want one of my lungs, you're welcome to it. I hereby dedicate all my heavy breathing to you, Charlie, my friend.
Fay

Kim Ayres said...

Thanks for the clarification, Charlie. I was just about to shoot off another "are you dead yet" email ;)

savannah said...

xoxoxoxxox for you, sugarpie! xoxoxoxox ;)

lisleman said...

rest well, I hope you can stay comfortable.
all the best my friend

Fay said...

Oh, Good Gourd! I just realized that Martha is probably reading these to you. Now she'll know what we . . I mean um, you have been up to. Oh, just as well we come clean about our lusty cerebral affair. Ooooooh, I feel so dirty. Lovely really.

Bibliophilebythesea said...

Happy to hear you are still taking "breakfast in bed". We're thinking of you Charlie.

Sydlaughs said...

I hope that your lungs will be doing better soon. Take care, Charlie.

Stinkypaw said...

Keep well dear Charlie. Rest well xox

TechnoBabe said...

Hope you are not in lots of discomfort. I watch my hubby with a bad asthma attack and how it is scary not to get his breath. And you are right about worrying making it worse. Sounds like you are taking care of yourself the best way you can. You say you won't be blogging any longer; would you want Martha to write posts for you? Does she blog at all? Hubby and I always appreciate it when we see you have a post on your blog. The connection is intact. Hugs to you and Martha.

Linda Koons said...

OMG...You're Tweeting??? This is dire. I guess I'll have to learn to do that myself, after resisting all this time. See what you can bring about, even when you're just resting? Ommms, my friend. White beams and gentle thoughts wafting.

Cathy said...

Sorry to hear that you're struggling again. I can't imagine there is too much worse than not being able to get enough air to breathe comfortably. Perhaps there will be a turnaround in your condition that will allow you to at least get up and around a little bit more.

Meg said...

Hi, Charlie. I'm sorry I haven't been around lately...

I'm sorry to hear your lungs are not cooperating.

And OMGHOLYSHIT. You're tweeting?! I never thought you would succumb to the twittery. :)

Robert Neary said...

Sorry Charlie, but Tweeting seems to be way beyond my technical capabilities. Nonetheless I'm thinking about you.

Pat said...

It was so great to hear from you and thank you for taking the time and trouble.
We both know it doesn't help to feel worried and anxious and I pray you will give your body a chance to mend by doing what you are doing - without the stress. Easy to say I know but you are strong - with Martha beside you and all the love and wishes of your devoted followers.
I must get out of the life long habit of telling grown men to 'be a good boy!'

Macy Mckay said...

Charlie, you telling us the drugs aren't working, isn't going to stop me from carrying on hoping they will.
Because I can be as unreasonable as you are at times.So you get better now! You hear me?

Murr Brewster said...

My lungs are okay as long as I don't ask anything of them, but my eyes aren't so good, and I read that you were having measurements taken for your "UM." Which sounded intriguing and sent me running for the medical dictionary, and then Urban Slang. I'm very sorry for you. Virtual love via Martha.

barbara said...

This may just spur me back into giving Twitter another try!

I'm relieved to hear that no measurement-taking has been required, and maintain hope that you will eventually rig up your laptop so that it dangles from the ceiling, thus enabling you to post some recumbant bits of wisdom.

smootchy boochies, kiddo!
Barbara

Attila the Mom said...

Thinking of you, my friend.

Trina said...

Worm, I will try and post more so you at least have some good ol Oregon chat to read about!
hugs

Fay said...

Have Martha read my report on South Carolina. You'll be so happy you don't live here you'll jump up and dance! Halleluyar!