Or in other words:

Ah, 'tiz Spring
Da boid is on da wing.
But dat's absoid,
I t'ought da wing was on da boid.

And with that bit of silliness, I'll get on with the good news.

No wheezing in the lungs. Still some congestion in the throat, but antihistimine should take care of that.

No more nebulizing.

Start cutting back on the prednisone tomorrow.

And I feel GOOD!!

A lovely Spring day it was. Mid 70s. A few fleecy clouds in the sky (horsetails, I think they're called). And mid to high 70s for the rest of the week.

I was sailing down the freeway with my window open and thoroughly enjoying the day.

Then, I get home, try to IM with my sister, and the puter crashes. Got it back up and it crashed again. And again.

Tried to leave a comment on a diary. It crashed again. So, I said phooey and turned if off. Tried to call Sis and tell her what was happening, but she wasn't answering the phone. Hey, you! I wanted to talk to you.

Well, so I gave it a rest, and now hope this diary will go out to y'all.

I feel good. I feel good. I think I've finally gotten on the road to shaking this bug!!!!

But if you don't hear from me, then you'll know I crashed again.

That's OK. I feel wonderful!

Love y'all.