Thoughts about:
the air taken into or expelled from the lungs

The Book of Genesis tells us:
- then the LORD God formed the man of the dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, ant the man became a living creature. ~ Genesis 2:7

Idioms or cliches about breath:
out of breath
time to catch one's breath
under one's breath
breath of fresh air
catch one's breath
Don't hold your breath!
gasp for breath
I don't have time to catch my breath.
waste one's breath
with bated breath
take your breath away

How many times have we all used these idioms?

I was taught how to breathe during childbirth.

I was taught how to breathe when I learned to do Pilates.

I had the great blessing to watch each of my five children take the first breath of life.

I held my father's hand during his last days and would literally tell him,
"breathe in"
"breathe out"
in an attempt to help ease his breathing as he struggled through the effects of congestive heart failure.

When I have an asthma attack,
I use my flow meter as an aid to understand how my breathing is doing.
At high altitudes, as I gasp for breath, I use my finger oximeter to check my O2 saturation levels.

My therapist cautioned me about 
holding my breath.
She said that she thinks that when I get worried and anxious and stressed,
I am doing great harm to my body when I don't breathe deeply and practice stress releasing breathing.
She said that she thinks I go around "holding my breath" too often.
She means I am not relaxed and taking life as it comes.
I am uptight.
I'm not breathing deeply.
I am stressed.
She is right.

My GI doctor told me that when the body is not breathing easily in deep sleep at night,
it is out of balance.
When adrenaline is pumped up, one's body goes into 
fight or flight response.
When one sleeps deeply and well, one's body is able to 
rest and digest.
These two bodily responses to life need to be in balance.

Breath gives life.

I've been thinking about breathing a lot lately.

Interestingly, this past week, I had my breath collected.
I know, that sounds crazy,
but really I did.
I spent three hours at National Jewish Heath
where a nurse had me blow into a balloon type object so my breath could be 
collected and analyzed.
This test is called the hydrogen breath test. (click to read about the test.)
It is used to diagnose several gastrointestinal conditions.
I should have the results on Friday.

And then, today, for the first time since the first of 2013,
I let out a huge sigh of relief.

It has been a rough year for my family.
There have been a few bumps in the road.

Two of my children have been searching for jobs.
Both have always worked since they were sixteen years old.
Both have been highly successful.
This year there were reversals in employment for both.
Job searches are trying, difficult, discouraging, and disheartening.

I have prayed daily for the Lord's provision for these two and for their families.
The Lord has provided every single day with what was needed for their needs.
Then, two weeks ago, one was offered a job opportunity where the salary was the same as the last wonderful job.  Opportunities for growth and advancement are also there.

Today,  the other one also got a wonderful job offer with the same salary and benefits as the last great job.  Opportunities for growth and advancement are also there.

I am breathing again!
I am doing the happy dance.
I am so relieved.
I am so thankful.
Praise the Lord!
Many prayers have been answered.

Off To A Bumpy Start

Yes, 2012 got off to a bit of a bumpy start.  Let's just say, I'd like a "do over."  Have you ever wanted to do something over?  I have.  I wanted a "do over" when I fell and broke my elbow.  I especially wanted a "do over" yesterday when I fell down the basement stairs.  Yes, that is how I started 2012.  I fell down the stairs and hit my head on the cement basement floor below.

My goal for yesterday was to get the tree down.  That involves bringing up boxes from the basement and then taking them down again.  In the process of getting laundry started and getting the ornament boxes, I started up the stairs, remembered something I had forgotten, and turned to go back down.  My foot, clad only in socks,  slid off the stair as I turned and headed back down.  From there, it was a rocky ride to the bottom.  It the floor back of the head first on cement floor which was thankfully covered with a piece of old carpet.

My brother-in-law said I needed to wearing some Capezios  if I were going to be doing pirouettes on the stairs.  I think I'll just not do any more pirouettes on the stairs.  My daughter-in-law suggested I wear a helmet around the house.  Perhaps, I will just start by wearing shoes.  I then hope to put up railings on both sides of the stairwell.

Needless to say, the Christmas tree is still up and may be for quite some time to come.  I spent the day in the emergency room.

Thankfully, I only suffered a mild to moderate concussion.  It could have been so much worse.  I also gave myself quite a whip lash.  Of course, I also have hurt my lower back and hip area.  Over all, I certainly could have done much more damage to myself.

I am to limit my reading and listening to music for the next few days.  I am to limit my computer time.  I need to not be giving my brain a lot of stimuli for a couple of days.  According to the doctor, I could be recovering for at least a month.

This is not how I had planned on starting a new year.  Ringing in the new year by bouncing my head on the floor was not in the plan.  One blogging friend suggested I invest in a big bubble for my husband and me.  She may be on to something.

I am taking this forced rest seriously.  I am trying to learn to be kind to myself, to be gentle.  I must take the time to heal.  I am taking a blogging break for a few weeks.  I won't be reading blogs or writing on mine during that time.  I will read and post comments as I am able.  I will miss you all, but I think that I really must take this time to fully recover.