Wednesday, January 11, 2012


Is not over-rated. Trust me. I've been struggling to really breathe since November - November, people! That's almost three months. Really yawning was the only thing that was helping. Yawning. A lot.

I haven't been able to do the washing up, drive to the shops, even shower without getting exhausted. I saw a doctor who saw "Panic Attacks" on my patient record, and said, 'yeah, you're panic will do that'. But I knew it was different. Knew it. In my bones.

I demanded a series of blood tests, and the doctor was going away. So, I went to another doctor to get the results. He didn't read my file. And thank Michael and the Angels he hadn't. I went through the symptoms and he put me straight in for an exercise stress echo, which came back clean - good heart -, a CT angiogram, which also came back clean - good lungs, and tests for all different types of pneumonia.

I asked the doctor if it could be asthma, but he said no. Apparently, I wasn't wheezing. But then all the blood tests, except the infection markers, came back totally clean. So he gave me a puffer anyway.

"Give it a go for a week. If it doesn't work, then you'll need to go to a respiratory specialist. There's nothing more I can test for."

So, I gave it a go.

Wow. I can breathe. Breathing; totally underrated.

I got home without needing to yawn. I walked the 30m or so from the street to my front house. And I could still breathe by the end of it.

I feel really good!

All of these investigations were totally worth missing my course and holiday for. I feel confident and able to go back to the middle of no where now that I can breathe!

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