Past the saga

I had a checkup yesterday. And it went well!

My PFT was practically back to baseline, it's numerically just a smidge lower than it was after I got out of the hospital back in September.

Augh, we are so glad and thankful. I know many were praying hard, and I thank you for that.

The PFT is not the entire picture, mind you. I have had times where I feel fine and my PFT is bad and times where I feel awful but my PFT is decent. The good news is I am feeling better, along with having a better lung test yesterday. But, I still want to keep pushing. And I'll always be like that, hoping for better, even if it might not actually happen.

The bad news, in a way, is we don't really have a good explanation for all this. I mean, it appears the probable key factor that started to turn all this around was switching up my steroid inhaler, as I wrote about on here. That did help, but it still took a couple more weeks for me to really start to feel it. I cautiously told Jarrod last week that I had two days where I didn't notice feeling short of breath as much. I took that as a good sign, but I didn't want to get too ahead of myself. After all, when this entire 'saga' started, it was a huge shock. Sometimes I wonder if I am so hyper-tuned-in to myself and how I feel daily that I miss the bigger picture. Granted, this is why I keep my health journal, but still.

These past two months have been tough. At times, it's tough to keep hoping for better results. At times, it's hard not to feel trapped and helpless about the situation. At times, it's downright frustrating. I finally feel like we can put this behind us, in a way, and move on. Back to normal.

Jarrod made a great dinner last night, my mom brought me flowers, and I had a chocolate milk stout, one of my favorite beers! It was a good day.