Routines

I have a favorite line from a favorite song from one of my favorite CDs, Magnolia, by Aimee Mann. "Even when it's approaching torture, I got my routine." We're certainly in a routine around here. To a point. Despite the routine, every day is different and I'd be lost without my calendar. One thing for certain; every day is busy and involves a tremendous amount of driving around. I remember when Eric was in the hospital, how I longed for life to get back to normal, for a routine. And now that we're back in a routine, I find myself wishing for a break from it. Funny thing, human nature.

Speaking of routine, Eric had a routine chest x-ray and repeat pulmonary function test today. The docs want to keep tabs on how his lungs are healing. I saw the x-ray. I'm no radiologist, but I thought it looked . . . much better? Nearly normal? We'll wait for the physician report on that one. The pulmonary function report shows significant improvement in ALL numbers. In just three months, Eric's vital capacity (amount of air he can blow out in one breath) increased from 37% to 54%, total lung capacity 55 to 64%, diffusion 43 to 58%. Huge, in my book. So we're very encouraged.