I hate what my lungs have done to me.
They've completely altered my way of life.
They've brought fear into each day and each movement.
Everytime I leave the house I wonder if I'll be capable of grocery shopping/shopping/ getting meds etc.
I'll never again have a hop in my step with stopping to catch my breath.
I've only now started pushing myself. Telling myself that if I need something upstairs, I can get it if I go slowly.
I was told to start excercising.
I started with kegel's so my bladder wouldn't fail me when my lungs tried to. Theoretically if I excercise I'll feel better, but I'm pretty sure kegel's wasn't all the pulmonologist meant.
Actually. . . I don't think he was thinking that exercise at all.
HE couldn't tell me why to exercise, maybe it allows oxygen to be used more efficiently.
I'll try this next.
My house is dusted.
My frothing hacking cough is gone.
The pain is controlled.
I have an air purifier.
I also invested in plants, natures' best air purifier. I'm hoping to keep all constant colds and viruses X gets under control. Maybe these will help alongside an improved diet for both him and I.
Luckily, he doesn't fight changes and I've all ways been a healthy eater.
Pray for my lungs to be restored to normal without the need of medications.
Xander figured out that loophole after he asked both God and Santa to cure me and they did. . . . temporarily. . . . with Prednisone.
I guess we have to be specific.