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| Geez catholics after Mass |
I still suffer from difficulty in breathing. I'm back to using ventolin inhaler. I dislike that as it makes me swollen. But I need to breathe and for the moment the inhaler is my only help. I'll need to take out my nebulizer and use it again tonight. It's difficult to walk or climb stairs or even simply be. Every moment is choking and gasping for breath. The wheezing is so bad and loud ... I sound like the TARDIS from Dr. Who.
I was happy yesterday though because my friend brought Rexy his baby Pomeranian to stay with me for a day. He's very playful but he feels comfortable with me so I can brush his fur and groom him. I bought a new cushy toy for him ... a porcupine ... and he loved chasing it and chewing it. Then he lies down to sleep as he gets tired easily ... like me. He's my best weekend friend as he keeps me company and I don't feel so sick alone. Often as I play with Rexy I remember my beloved dogs I had before: Suzie and Duke, Trampy, Rex and Regis ...
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Still despite my health, yesterday I managed to make my way to celebrate Mass for the Geez Rite catholics. I was driven halfway there, and the other hapf I walked slowly for 40 minutes through the park. Most of them are Tigrinians, some Eritreans. It's my last Mass with them this year as their chaplain will return next week. Next week I'll celebrate my last Mass with the Konkanis in Herzliya 100 km away as their chaplain will also return from summer holidays. I'm the summer substitute for many communities. Though I'm ill I still try my best to serve them. I only require someone to drive me from one place to another as I cannot walk far or travel by bus or train anymore.
The war in the northern border continues to see destruction on both sides and casualties. Likewise in the south, cross border bombings continue. The City continues to be tense. Police are everywhere. Mounted Police are also on patrol. Settlers attack arab villages and kill a girl. Jews continue to come and spit at us in front of my house. Is there any wonder people are afraid to come and visit?