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susandennisI try to keep track of my breathing issues here in this journal so I'll have a record if/when I need one. I'm still struggling with what to expect, how far to push and what to take fore granted. Plus, I really have trouble describing the various symptoms. It's been more than a year now so I'm getting some historical data but I'm still at a loss sometimes how to label various coughs, how to match issues with contributing circumstances, etc. It all seems pretty important until I stop and think about what I'm doing and why and what my goals are.
Today, I did very little. I watched TV, I read my book, I knitted. I went downstairs several times and walked the block taking pictures and taking out the garbage but not much else. Then, this afternoon, I got into the car and drove down the road to get a mocha and stopped at the Grocery Outlet.
I wandered around a bit and looked at stuff and found lights for my itty bitty tree and a $2 snowman with scarf and hat who lights up and one of my favorite cheeses on sale! I didn't even do the whole store. I figured I should quit before I spent too much money.
Standing at the checkout counter I think my oxygen was low and I was not breathless but just short of that. I didn't feel horrible but I was glad there was nothing more I wanted to do and could just go home. I came home, sucked on an inhaler, rested a few mins and now I'm fine.
My goal is to be able to do what I want to comfortably until I can't and then exit swiftly.
So all the worrying about symptoms and crap is a silly waste of time and energy. In the past year, I have told my doctor when I was not comfortable and he had either given me good advise or good medicine to fix it. I've got good drugs. I got good doctor. I'm comfortable. I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've wanted to do something and my health has prevented it. I need to start counting my blessings instead of counting my coughs. And that's what I will do starting now.
Today, I did very little. I watched TV, I read my book, I knitted. I went downstairs several times and walked the block taking pictures and taking out the garbage but not much else. Then, this afternoon, I got into the car and drove down the road to get a mocha and stopped at the Grocery Outlet.
I wandered around a bit and looked at stuff and found lights for my itty bitty tree and a $2 snowman with scarf and hat who lights up and one of my favorite cheeses on sale! I didn't even do the whole store. I figured I should quit before I spent too much money.
Standing at the checkout counter I think my oxygen was low and I was not breathless but just short of that. I didn't feel horrible but I was glad there was nothing more I wanted to do and could just go home. I came home, sucked on an inhaler, rested a few mins and now I'm fine.
My goal is to be able to do what I want to comfortably until I can't and then exit swiftly.
So all the worrying about symptoms and crap is a silly waste of time and energy. In the past year, I have told my doctor when I was not comfortable and he had either given me good advise or good medicine to fix it. I've got good drugs. I got good doctor. I'm comfortable. I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've wanted to do something and my health has prevented it. I need to start counting my blessings instead of counting my coughs. And that's what I will do starting now.
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Date: 2012-12-01 12:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-12-01 12:53 am (UTC)I have always heard the same thing about dairy and mucus, too. And it particularly comes to mind because colds usually start for me with a sore throat and the only thing I want, when I have a sore throat is a milk shake. I usually have one (or more) anyway.
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