Blooie, I'd been wondering how Ashley was doing. Thanks for the update!
I colored my hair today, darkish auburn. It's the color that looks best on me and I'm so happy with it. Not sure why I waited so long.
But then at Joann's, I saw a girl working the fabric counter with the prettiest short hair in shades of light purple/lavender. Oh, it was so, so pretty! I'm probably too old to pull that off, but I may look into some of the clip on color swatches once my hair grows out enough to clip something to lol.
Good visit with the Dr today. He's doing to increase my dose of Advair to get more inhaled steroid, getting more benefit where it needs to go while decreasing the oral prednisone--yippee! He's also going to look into increasing my Zithromax. It's currently every MWF, but he read some research if a specific lab is elevated I could benefit from a daily dosing. So, I'm having labs done tomorrow anyway, we'll tack that test on. Also get another EKG cause the Zithromax and posaconozole (antifungal) both can contribute to prolonged QT syndrome, where basically your heart stops and you die. We agreed heart stopping is a bad thing, so periodic EKGs will be done while I'm on those meds. This Dr spent a good amount of time with me, pulled the computer screen around so I could see the research he was looking at, answered all my questions, had a very clear plan and said he'll do some research on my other meds, specifically why such a small dose of the Singulair. I did a spirometery in the office and it's a touch better than my PFT was in October. He wants to repeat that monthly. He said what I've got at 3 months is probably as good as I'll be for the rest of my life. I pretty much knew that, but it was still hard to hear. I know lungs just don't come back, but was holding hope for a miracle. Not that a miracle can't still happen, but I feel I've used mine already. And I can absolutely do everything I need to do, just not everything I want to do.
Maybe I'll process more cockerels tomorrow. That can let off some upset feelings! Poor little guys.