Yesterday I had to go to Greenville for my three month follow up with my pulmonologist. (Details of visit at end of post.)
On the 2 1/2 hour trip home, I was thrilled to pieces that a small riverfront town called Plymouth and the golden hour arrived in my life at the same time. That happy juxtapositioning of events inspired me to spend some time puttering around with my camera, enjoying all the different shades of loveliness that were on display that evening.
I started up at the street level, looking down at the river.
And then I meandered along the alley that runs near the river . . .
. . . enjoying the 70 degree weather and the luminous air.
After I had strolled and shot for about 20 minutes, I saw that I had run out of strolling/shooting space; however, since the light was still so lovely, I hated to stop taking pictures. I decided to wander down the (almost deserted) main street and look at the variety of shop windows instead.
Imagine my delight when the end of my two block meander took me to an area of the river I hadn’t been able to access from my previous vantage point.
I was so happy! More golden light! More river! More pictures!
When the last light finally faded, I walked back to my car. Peaceful. Fulfilled . . .
. . . and thankful for a golden evening and a golden opportunity to go river walking.
From what the two doctors are able to tell, I have lost a little ground in some areas and gained a little ground in others. They’ve scheduled me to come back in another three months and they have also ordered a chest x-ray before that appointment, just to check for any obvious lung anomalies that are causing me to have these sort of “on again, off again” symptoms.
They did give me permission to stop taking Advair since it made me hoarse and caused my hands to hurt. (And I really wasn’t feeling much benefit from it.) They said the steroid I’m taking for my rheumatoid arthritis will actually do a little bit to help my breathing and I’m also supposed to continue with daily use of Spiriva and Albuterol as needed.
One thing that made me smile: when I told the overseeing doctor that several times a week I ride my bike for 45 minutes, he was absolutely dumbfounded. He said, “According to your test results, you really shouldn’t be having that sort of exercise tolerance. I am really, really surprised you can do that!”
So I left the office feeling thankful that whatever is causing me to have these challenges is not stopping me from doing the things I love.