I used to have asthma and other lung ailments when I was much younger. My mom spent many hours looking after me and, though asthma symptoms like difficulty in breathing can be very scary, I was never afraid because of her presence. Plus when I was young, I felt invincible. Death was something that only happened to other people. My asthma disappeared when I started running. My dad ran for years and I, naturally, wanted to emulate him. But even after he stopped due to bad knees, I continued and my asthma was a thing of the past.
Now that I’m much older, I no longer have that delusion. My mom got cancer but survived, my father died of a heart attack, and some friends have passed away, too. No one is invincible. I mistrust my body as it gets older. I may have a forever-young mind, but not my organs. Because I know my body has its own tempo and trajectory, I respect it more now. I want to nourish it and care for it while I can still turn things around.
Getting asthma symptoms again now that I’m older is quite scary. My mom, who was my rock in every attack in the past, is thousands of miles away. I now live in a country with a climate very different from our tropical one. The meds offered here are different as well and doctors are quick to recommend ones that are too aggressive and with many side effects. I want to overcome this new phase of asthma by using more natural methods and cures that I believe, in the long run, will be better for my overall health.
When I first got revisited by the symptoms, I stopped exercising altogether. It was a knee-jerk decision based on fear. But then the rest of my health and well-being suffered. I couldn’t let that go on. So now, managing my asthma during exercise is going to be a priority and maybe a life-long concern. It teaches me patience for my body’s recent limitations, and forgiveness instead of anger over it. It reminds me to be gentle on myself, to be kind to my body. I will only have one and it will not last forever. Respect for one’s body is acceptance of its flaws and weaknesses, as well as recognizing its strengths. I can’t go back to languishing. I want to live with what I have and live happily.
Here’s day 6. I experienced an asthma attack while filming it and, instead of retreating to my bed, I decided to show everyone how I deal with it with breathing and relaxation exercises. I didn’t mention it here but I also do a lot of steam inhalation with a little peppermint or eucalyptus oil. And in case of excessive coughing due to phlegm production, I crush up garlic bud and eat it with honey. I also drink hot lemon water with cayenne pepper. This is my longest video of late. I hope you enjoy!
I’ll tell you next time about how my fear of driving came about. But now you know: I can’t drive. I’m 40-something and only now learning how to operate a motor vehicle. Bronne tried to teach me after we first moved here to Georgia but that ended in semi-disaster. Several friends offered to teach me since then but nothing came off it mostly because I wasn’t ready to be taught or they weren’t really ready to teach someone as scared as I was. And then a friend I recently made, Marilyn, told me she’d teach me. No many days of planning. No pep talk or soothing assurances to ease my fears. Just, “I’ll come by on Wednesday and teach you how to drive.” And she came by and that was the start of it. And on the day I was to take the written driver’s test in order to get my learner’s permit, she came by and I tried to wiggle out of it saying I wasn’t mentally or physically prepared to take it (I feigned not feeling well). But she wouldn’t have it and drove me to the DMV where I took the test and passed.
It’s amazing how my life has changed since then. Many people have told me that driving is mobility, that I’ll be able to get out of the house on my own and go to places without Bronne. But those things never were important to me. The change that driving has given me is more than mobility, it is FREEDOM, not from the confines of my home or the company of my partner, but from one of the greatest fears of my adult life. As I slowly free myself from the shackles of driving, other monsters have joined the roster of fears to conquer. They are all in queue waiting for me to face them.
So, the driving lesson part may seem boring to you drivers out there, but I hope you enjoy this episode anyway! 🙂 Thanks for watching!
Have you ever been so gung-ho about a project that you just know you’ll NEVER NOT want to continue, but then you find, after a while, that you are running out of steam and might end it after all? All of my ideas seem to go to that route. And it’s not that I’m bored with the project, or that it’s too difficult. It’s that doubts enter my mind. I start questioning the worth of what I’m doing. And after that, I decide it’s all ridiculous and just a waste of time and space. But the wastage isn’t on me, it’s on the people I inflict my project upon. Like this vlog series, for example. I’m at that point where I’m starting to think that my life is too boring to film and why anyone would want to watch me jump up and down my Rebounder or watch me prepare my food. There are days when nothing of note happens to me. I just go about my day cleaning and editing. In the past, I would have quit already. Like this blog, for example. I closed shop and let the spiders have their run of the place.
But that’s the beauty of putting myself on YouTube. I can’t back out now. I’ve imposed upon myself a penalty — the shame of people watching me fail if I don’t go on. Maybe no one will notice if I don’t continue. Maybe they’re not even watching. But I’ll know I failed. I put myself out there then retreated. It’s hardly writing a novel in the nook of your room, alone, with just a lamp on. It’s more like going on stage in your costume, starting your monologue, then quitting after a few lines.
OK. Enough metaphors. The point is: I shall forge ahead with this. The end.
Here’s the latest installment of my 28-Day Life Overhaul. It’s Day 4, baby!
I didn’t realize vlogging can be so time-consuming. First, you film yourself. But that’s not all you do. You have to set everything up. I make sure the space is lit adequately with my soft box but I’m still learning how to do it. Then I set the camera and angle it right. I make sure to charge the batteries so I never run out of juice, and upload the video files on my laptop to make space on the SD card. Then there’s editing. But before I can do that, I have to convert the video files to .wav and audio to mp3. I don’t know if I’m doing it right. My videos, despite being taken from our nicer camera and no longer my phone, come out grainy and lackluster still. Then there’s adding the title pages, voice overs, and sound effects. It takes a few hours to finish one short video. All that hard work and I hope it’s worth it. I wish I could say that as long as I’m fine with it I won’t care if the quality isn’t good enough for other people because I do care. I want to present something good. But for now, this will have to do. I’ll learn as I go along as I’ve always done.