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| It's a Dan Anchorman reference... |
So remember that cold I had 5 weeks ago? I never really got much better from it. I mean, I did get 'better' but I did not get back to baseline, and in the past week I've slowly gotten worse.
Actually, the moment I realized I was most definitely getting worse was last Saturday. I went out with some friends for dinner (Jarrod was away hunting) and after dinner, I was suddenly very short of breath. During the drive home, I realized that I just needed to stay in for the rest of the night, and what I really needed was my oxygen tank. So Jeff & Johanna dropped me off back at home and I stayed in, did a treatment, and sat around with my oxygen for a little while. I started to feel better, but not by much.
Then this past Tuesday, I tried to return to the gym. I've been to the gym a few times just to walk on the treadmill, and I treadmill here too, but I have not lifted weights since I got sick. Tuesday I thought I was feeling up to it and was ready to return. I figured I might not be able to lift as much because, wow, [I realize in writing this that] it was 5 weeks ago I got this cold; that is a long time to go without going to the gym. But... Tuesday didn't go so hot. I only tried two machines and ended up having coughing fits both times. I gave up and told Jarrod I was going home... I cried in the car. I was so disappointed that I had made such good progress with gaining strength and a little bit of muscle, and right now I can't even maintain it. And I'm most likely going to lose most or all of it, and have to start all over.
Today I was scheduled for a PFT, and after those incidents, plus basically needing my O2 every night, I wasn't expecting things to go very well. Turns out my numbers are down to about where I was when I went in the hospital in September. We're going to try some steroids for a few days and see if I show any improvement with that. If not... I don't know what is going to happen. At this point, I don't know if they'll let me wait until after Thanksgiving, or if I'll be enjoying a hospital-turkey-dinner on Thursday.
So yes, I'm very sad that I only made it two months out of the hospital. However, circumstances were completely out of my control, and this is the exact reason why we have to be extra diligent, be so careful that I don't get sick: because it throws me in the hospital.
But, if I'm completely honest, I'm not all that surprised by this news today and I am also ready to feel better. It is a real struggle getting around, especially in the evenings like I said. It's like by the time the day is done, my body is so worn out that it stops functioning properly, and just walking across the house makes me winded. My house is a disaster because I haven't felt up to cleaning anything for weeks and now I feel even worse. It's hard to even get dressed sometimes, without getting short of breath.
So, let's hope that the steroids help and I can at least stay out of the hospital next week.
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