Dedication
I dedicate this post to my father, a Vietnam Veteran, who has bullet hole scares and medals to prove it. To all the Veterans out there, thank you for putting others before yourself to protect your nation.
I have not been dedicated writing this blog. I'm going through this angst-y self conflicted teenager phrse where I want to share my thoughts and opinions and then I think who really cares. Why do I believe anyone wants to know?!?! But I must, I need to practice! I usually find once I start writing, cleaning my room, talking to other people I enjoy it and it doesn't seem so daunting. It is funny I am writing about dedication, but this will be brief...
My father taught me dedication. He taught me to work hard to get the results that I wanted. If I could only repeat one piece of advice he spouted off over and over again, it would be, "when preparedness meets opportunity you have success." Being in the Army my father was skilled at surveying, analyzing and preempting danger. It helps when you are in a jungle, in camo gear and you have a whole platoon to boss around to be dedicated. He was in the moment and he was also completely out of element. I have my own battles, so maybe if I wore camo gear I would feel better about taking care of myself.
I thank my farther for instilling in me the importance of a schedule. In the army you learn if you are on time, you are late. When my family and I were first attempting lung clearance therapies after I was diagnosed, scheduling was difficult. I hated getting up earlier and my parents were tired at night. I was always grumpy and not grateful. It wasn't until we figured out that we should schedule other things around treatments that getting the treatments done seemed a lot easier. They were not sneaking up on us or we were not adding them on at the end of the day. Treatments were the priority. We became disciplined and diligent. Guess what we were successful. I am dedicated to accomplishing two breathing treatments a day. Three times when I take cayaston. I rarely skip my treatments. It's brushing my teeth for me, something else goes undone before a breathing treatment. Establishing this pattern early helped me be successful at taking care of myself in general. I like to say I schedule my days around food and treatments. So I didn't have a final point I was trying to make. This was just something on my mind so that's it.
PS Happy belated 11.11.11....it wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. I've been waiting for this day for awhile, being my one of my favorite numbers. Since everyone else was also so ecstatic about the date it lost its appeal.
I have not been dedicated writing this blog. I'm going through this angst-y self conflicted teenager phrse where I want to share my thoughts and opinions and then I think who really cares. Why do I believe anyone wants to know?!?! But I must, I need to practice! I usually find once I start writing, cleaning my room, talking to other people I enjoy it and it doesn't seem so daunting. It is funny I am writing about dedication, but this will be brief...
My father taught me dedication. He taught me to work hard to get the results that I wanted. If I could only repeat one piece of advice he spouted off over and over again, it would be, "when preparedness meets opportunity you have success." Being in the Army my father was skilled at surveying, analyzing and preempting danger. It helps when you are in a jungle, in camo gear and you have a whole platoon to boss around to be dedicated. He was in the moment and he was also completely out of element. I have my own battles, so maybe if I wore camo gear I would feel better about taking care of myself.
I thank my farther for instilling in me the importance of a schedule. In the army you learn if you are on time, you are late. When my family and I were first attempting lung clearance therapies after I was diagnosed, scheduling was difficult. I hated getting up earlier and my parents were tired at night. I was always grumpy and not grateful. It wasn't until we figured out that we should schedule other things around treatments that getting the treatments done seemed a lot easier. They were not sneaking up on us or we were not adding them on at the end of the day. Treatments were the priority. We became disciplined and diligent. Guess what we were successful. I am dedicated to accomplishing two breathing treatments a day. Three times when I take cayaston. I rarely skip my treatments. It's brushing my teeth for me, something else goes undone before a breathing treatment. Establishing this pattern early helped me be successful at taking care of myself in general. I like to say I schedule my days around food and treatments. So I didn't have a final point I was trying to make. This was just something on my mind so that's it.
PS Happy belated 11.11.11....it wasn't as exciting as I had hoped. I've been waiting for this day for awhile, being my one of my favorite numbers. Since everyone else was also so ecstatic about the date it lost its appeal.