The grass is white, the trees have lost their leaves and I can see my breath when outside. There's a morning fog just hanging off the ground. Just taken the rubbish out has tighten my chest and taken my breath away. Should be use to this by now as it happens every year. My blue inhaler will not leave my side from here on out. This is the time of year girl me when my asthma plan come in to full use.
After yesterday's relaxing family time, I found that my joint and muscle pain was not too bad this morning. I am going to try to stay out of the cold air as much as possible but will be on the neb at some stage today.
Looking out the window at the frost reminds me of waiting for the school bus, sliding about on the ice, pretending we were smoking as the hot breath came out of our mouths
Throwing stones at the frozen pond in the house behind the bus stop trying to brake the ice. I remember one day it was so cold the bus came round the corner and slid sideways into the kerb bursting a rear tyre. The driver and other children on the bus where not hurt but we got sent home and had a day off.
Growing up has so many happy memories and living in a small dead end road every one knew every one, all the children would play out side in the road. Riding bikes in the summer and building snow men and having snowball fights in the winter.
My nan who only lived 5 doors up used to make the most amazing cakes and cookies and being so close was like a second home. Spending many a night on sleepovers at nans. Going to bed in a big double bed with an electric blanket on. Looking out the bedroom window at the trains going past. The lights on the train flashed past as the intercity train took all the commuters home. The freight train that just seem to go on and on. The hot chocolate drink and cookies before bed. Unfortunately nan is no longer with us but will never forget the smell of fresh cooked cakes coming from her kitchen.
Sundays where always family day and nan and mum used to take turns in cooking the roast. We always had all the trimmings and the veg was always fresh never frozen. Nan always made desert, either apple crumble made with digestive biscuits or a steam pudding with treacle or jam but always with custard.
After dinner it was time to watch the tv or if it was nice out into the garden while mum and nan washed up to the tunes of the local radio station.as we got older we took turn in washing and drying up, but not before arguing over who was washing and who was drying.
Well so far today the asthma has not been to bad. The sun's out and the frost has all but gone, just a bit left in the shadows. It's going to be interesting this week as if to the specialist hospital Wednesday to see where we go with the treatment of my asthma. Although the xolair injection help my asthma does not seem to response as well as they would like. My local consultant really does not have a clue which way to go now. He tried everything he can so now my life literally lies in the hands of the specialist team.
So until tomorrow stay safe and remember your are not alone.