My COPD manifests itself in fits of coughing and shortness of breath. At least so far. The plague I had earlier this month was a lovely combo of both. Now the cough is gone but actually the breath is, too.
This morning, I had to stop at the side of the pool several times in the first 15 mins of my swim, just to catch my breath. Today for lunch, I walked up to the teriyaki place (.5 miles) and back and it was tough going. Really tough. I had to stop and breathe more than once and when I finally did get back it took me a while to recover.
This, I'm pretty sure I can fix. At least I was able to last time I had a bad bout. And the fix is walking. 15 minutes a day. Not even all in one go, if I don't want. Around the block or two is fine. Every Single Day.
So, that's what I'm going to do. Along with a steady diet of my albuterol inhaler. It should all be fixed by January 15 when I go to the lung doctor. If not, we're going to have a discussion.
*I was raised in the heart of the tobacco country in a town economically dependent on the sale of cigarettes and carrying the name of two well known brands - Winston and Salem. (The town had the name first but I'll bet most people don't know that.) My parents smoked unfiltered Camels. I started smoking when I was 14 and cigarettes were $2.00 a carton. I smoked without apology or ever trying or wanting to quit until I was 54. There was a lot of love about smoking. I made tons of friends in smoking sections. It was a great excuse to take a break. It was a nice alternative to eating a lot of the time.
My Lungs Suck because I smoked for 40 years. I'm paying the price now and, honestly, I'm not sure it's not a fair price.