Parallels

I grew up in Uniontown, a small town.  A place where everyone knows everyone and watches out for each other.  I lived in the country.  The sun rose in the front of our house and set in the back of our house.  Behind our house was a slough and woods behind and around it.  We had a detached garage that housed Bobby's tools and his treasured BMW.  We lived just down the road from a hog farm.  And, when the wind blew just right (or wrong) we could smell it.  Hog farmers say it smell like money.  We weren't hog farmers.

Photo taken:  July 2006

Today, I live in Baxley, a small town.  A place where everyone knows everyone and watches out for each other.  I live in the country.  The sun rises on the front right corner of my house and sets in the back left corner of my house.  Behind my house is a pond with woods behind and around it.  We have a (detached) shop that houses Blake's tools and his treasured tractor and zero-turn radius mower.  We live just down the road from a chicken farm.  And, when the wind blows just right (or wrong), we can smell it.  We aren't chicken farmers either.
These parallels are what make Baxley feel like home, like I've been here all my life.

Photo Taken:  February 2011

Growing up, Momma and Bobby planted different kinds of trees in our yard.  Each year, they added more.  Blake and I do the same thing.  We've probably planted twenty five trees on our property.  Our goal is to have a "Kentucky Fall" (trees that change color in the fall).  It is what I miss most about Kentucky.  And, after looking at the picture of my Uniontown house, I remember just how green Kentucky is in the summer.  We just don't have that pretty green down here.  Our green is kinda brown.
One thing is missing (besides the in-ground pool- but, that will come).  I'll get sappy for just one second and say:  my family is missing!  We are strewn about and I wish it were easier for us to get together.   So, y'all move south now, ya hear!

Still Recovering

When I made the decision to start a blog, I made no promises to myself about the frequency of posts.  I knew daily wasn't realistic and thought weekly didn't seem often enough.  I don't want to post just for the sake of posting.  I want to share something that's actually on my mind.
Since March 1st, mostly what has consumed my mind is recovering from pneumonia (and the flu).  I'm am better, but still doing breathing treatments and now taking Mucinex DM and Benadryl.  Can you say "DRIED OUT!" ?  Yesterday, I drank over a gallon of water and was still thirsty.  I am still nervous about "over doing" it; scared I will relapse.
Anyway, now that the sickness cloud has been lifted, by brain is working again.  So, I can get back in the swing of blogging.  Leave me some blog love so I know you haven't given up on me!  : )

My Lungs

I have been dealing with the flu and pneumonia since Mon. afternoon.  When I went to the doctor on Tue., I just knew she was going to tell me I had bronchitis again- which would make the fourth time in a year!  I shake my head in disbelief.  I am generally healthy, health conscience, and I don't smoke.  So, what's going on with my lungs?!
This made me think of something I had done about six years ago.  I went to a Southern Living Cooking Show.  There was a lot of vendors there.  One of them was for a place called "Back to Nature"  They do colonics and ear candling and ionic foot baths and massages and iridology.  It was there that I had my iris' read (Iridology, an ancient science)

"Iridology is the scientific practice which involves correlating the markings and patterns of the iris to reflex manifestations and bodily malfunctions among the many organs of the body. By studying the eye, doctors can reveal a patient's overall degree of health, as well as his or her apparent inherent weaknesses. In this alternative medicine technique, the eye is perceived as the gateway to the body whereby its condition reflects the overall condition of the patient."  source:  Think Quest

The lady took a picture of my eye and explained different things about "me."  I only remember one thing she told me that evening.  She told me I had a weakness in my lungs.  It caught me off guard since I had never had any issues with my lungs.
Until December 2009, I had no problems.  It was then, during Christmas holiday, that I developed bronchitis.  I have had it three times and now pneumonia!  I have carried an inhaler since 12/09 and don't need it very often.  It's usually when I get overexcited and laugh a lot that I can't catch my breath that I have to use it.  My Momma and my Sister both have asthma so it shouldn't surprise me. 
It just scares me.  Mainly because you can't live without your lungs.  My Momma's best friend, Tumpy, died from pulmonary fibrosis (hardening of the lungs).  It's another reason why it scares me.
In terms of Iridology.  It's not that I subscribe to the belief in it.  But, it sure is interesting, especially now that I can't seem to kick this problem with my lungs.

Here is a typical Iridology chart.  The right eye tells you about the left side of your body and vice versa.   And, you can't tell anything about yourself from this chart.  You would have to have a reading of your own.  For now, I'm just going to file this one under "It's Always Something!"