Saturday, September 30, 2017
I don't know what to call it.
That space inside me where I felt paralyzed.
Airy? Maybe. It does seem like there is space inside me that wasn't there before.
(Definition: of a room or building, spacious, well lit, and well ventilated).
There is no pressure. No compressing, squeezing, tightening, strangling feeling like I'm suffocating. I wonder if this is normal.
Is this how breathing is supposed to feel?
Airy. Freedom! Perhaps I'm now well ventilated.
A flower for the heart. Foxglove, a beautiful flower that could kill you is used to make digoxin, a medicine that strengthens the heart. I am so thankful that medicine is working for me.
After the third dose, breathing is easy. I feel different. I am different. Hollow in a good way.
The Queen is still the Queen. Her throne is usually my lap. I wish I knew how to place a crown on her head in this picture. My friend SUSANK16 granted my wish.