So, my lungs suck. About 12 years ago, I got a nasty fungal infection in them that mimicked tuberculosis, but is much different. Once I defeated it, I was left with a nasty case of asthma.
I saw a pulmonologist 2 days ago. My lung function is 42% of what someone my age, height, and weight should be. Two years ago it was 69%. One year ago, a CT scan of my chest showed a possible enlargement of my thymus that might be pressing on my lungs. My new doc wants to repeat the CT scan and compare. If that’s the case, they’ll have to crack my chest open to take it out.
The large thymus theory explains the sudden change I’ve felt. I’m also getting a pulmonary function test to see how bad the asthma really is. In the meantime, I’m on a suped-up inhaler, twice a day.
Anyway, my youth is gone. I’m almost 40. I’ve had my fun and adventure. I’m not going to drag this out. I will not be made to feel miserable running around with tests and appointments dominating my life. I will not lug these machines around with me I saw in the doctor’s office. I’m just not going to live that way. I’d rather suffocate than be led around by the nose with no hope.
Sorry for the doom and gloom. In truth, I’m not gloomy about it. I’m at peace with the end possibly coming for me sooner than expected. I guess I’ve evaded the Reaper so much that I’m no longer afraid of him. Be well, and if you smoke, FFS, STOP IT!!