I’d like to think I’m a doer. I’d like to think I’m on top of things. Mostly I am. I can tell you how I already have birthday cards for people with birthdays in November. I can tell you how I already have new decorations for Christmas. How I know the things I want to improve in the house and which ones I can do on my own, at my own time.
Isn’t this what a doer does?
But then.. there are things I’m just not good at being on top of.
They have always just been there for me. And when I ran out, I had my mom (who’s a doctor) so she could refill most things for me if it was dire.
So when I finally caught on that my asthma medication was running low (as in: 3 more doses), I slacked. Didn’t call them. I was doing so well I became one of these “I’m so much better now I don’t even need it anymore” type of people.
Here I am, day 5 into no asthma medication (thank God for my back up inhaler!) and I’m paying the price. The serious price. Days are longer, lungs are heavier, wheezing has started. I wake up at night with trouble breathing.
This doer finally put on her big “do it” shoes and switched everything to home delivery (which is mandatory and I slacked to make the transition). And now I’m here, twirling my fingers, not exercising, breathing hard, waiting for my medication to come.
The struggle is real, guys.