Bucket list.

Today I went for my 'regular' breathing clinic assessment.  Last time I went was August 2016.  But that is the state of the Health Service now I guess.  I am supposed to have this at least once a year.

Before I continue I have to say that 'my' nurse has always been totally supportive, helpful, and knowledgeable, sympathetic and knows her stuff.  So when she tells you this is now the terminal stage of your Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD)  you LISTEN UP.  She then went on to say no-one knows how long this terminal stage is - it could be 10 years.  So I will go with that!

There is no more medication than what I already take.  There is no cure.  Which I knew.  My oxygen levels were at 96%.  That is amazing.  She refused to give me the spirometry thing which I have always called 'the blow job'.  This could now damage my lungs.  I have to avoid getting another chest infection.  That is what will cause further damage from now on in.  

So - Bucket list.  

But first I went to the Prom and stared at the North Sea.

We continue to have high winds and hail storms.  

I am to continue drawing and painting.  And I shall continue to drink red wine.  And walk on the Prom.  And take photos of the Gull Gang.  And go down to the shedudio.  

So there you go and so do I.  Ha ha.  So Bucket list.  I shall be a while thinking of that and what I can actually do.   Dunno.

These are Sanderlings taken by the DP.  I see a painting or two so not going yet!