for a Klondike bar....lol
No, that's not really where I was going with that but it popped in my head when I wrote it so I had to go there.
What I was really going for was,what would you do with new lungs? What prompted this was a post by fellow blogging Cyster Piper. It got my wheels a turning and I just had to go with it. She talks about her amazing life with new lungs. I will quote one piece of it since it sounded like me in a few years when I am transplanted and breathing again like I should be. "My friends are sick of me already because I guess they didn't realize that new lungs mean bigger lung capacity (i.e., the ability to talk for hours) and more energy to run around like a madwoman. My dog pretty much refuses to walk with me anymore since I rarely have the patience to stop as often as he would like. Everyone complains that I'm too fast for them to keep up with on the street -- and I revel in every second of it."
Me...I don't even know where to start.
I know I would go dancing. I would ride a horse. I would spend a day at the park running around. I would chase after puppies. I would laugh until I was blue in the face...and not from lack of O2 like now. I would climb to the top of Bunker Hill. I would do a walking tour of all my favorite cities. I would play volleyball. I would laugh all day long. I would sing, even though it would be out of key. I would go camping in the woods with NO electricity. I would laugh for hours. I would run. I would travel. I would laugh.
Notice a theme? Laughing! Yes that's right. I can't wait to laugh and laugh and laugh and not turn blue and red from coughing afterwards.
What would YOU do with new lungs?