Sick and Tired

Sick and Tired

For the past week Edy and I have been recreating what an old TB ward must have been like “in the day”, but in the privacy of our very own home.  We’re sick. It’s one of those sneaky sicknesses that lets you think all is gonna be OK during the day until it’s bed time and then you realize at 10pm, Midnight, 2am,4am and finally 6am that you were fooled because one of your lungs is missing and the other one hurts too much to answer roll-call.  We hack and hack and hack some more. When one of us gets quiet. then the other picks up the slack and keeps the duet going 24/7. It’s exhausting.

It’s the air. HOT dirty air. It’s been averaging in the 100’s

Air Quality Index for yesterday was 127 (Unhealthy for sensitive groups) 150 is unhealthy for anyone, so we’re definitely sensitive. (Air quality index in Taos is “0”)  I know my lungs have been abused beyond belief; 1^st by growing up in a “smoker’s home” and later when I owned furniture companies and would just walk through the paint booths while they were spraying various lacquers and aircraft polymers without my respirator.

 Add to all of this this an assortment of very intense “things”, then stir in some other “heavy stuff” and it stands to reason why we’re exhausted.

 Times like these also bring forth a number of positives that would never have been able to surface without all of the above. We’ve been reminded how much we love our home (and AC), healthy food, yoga and most of all each other.

 As much as I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired …………..I deeply and completely accept that this IS what IS going on right now and within this perceived “mess” is a rainbow just waiting to emerge………when its time..