Sunday, 13 September 2015
A bad lung week
This was my exercise week:
Mon. - no running
Tues. - no running
Weds. - no running
Thurs. - no running
Fri. - no running
Sat. - no running
Sun. - run 2 miles. Stop to cough several times.
I've actually felt worse. The first time my lungs crapped out this summer I suffered through some broken, breathless nights.
The second time, a few weeks later, I again had a weekend feeling breathless and shattered.
The third time I fell ill, two weeks later, the cough returned, and I was wheezy at night once again. But I had an inhaler, and hitting this in the night allowed me to sleep.
This week my peak flow dropped to 150 on Thursday. My lung capacity was 26% of normal.
I went to work this week. I even brought in my swim clothes on a few days, thinking I might be able to squeeze in a few easy lengths.
But by the afternoon I would be dragging, and any possibility of greater activity was out of the question.
At home, I'd lay on the sofa, breathing. A drowsy lethargy would take over.
On Friday, I returned to the doctor, and was prescribed oral steroids once again.
Today, Sunday, I tried a short run outside the recreation center where my son was competing in a swim meet. Going up the slightest of inclines, I was winded. It was like running on Everest.
On the way back from the meet, the rain lifted, and a partial rainbow came out over the recently cut hay fields.