Went to bed last night feeling bummed. It takes so little, it seems, to set me back. Yesterday was just not that taxing. {sigh} I just want to be healthy. And then I wake up this morning feeling great. Almost normal, even. So my recovery rate is at least improving. And that's a reason to be optimistic.
Pilates was great again today. I was a little afraid my heart rate was getting up there too high, but I topped out at 110. It's so great that I can get a workout in and not stress this thing too much. What would I do right now without Pilates?? I don't even want to think about that.
Went grocery shopping after class and met Mike there for lunch. Getting his call saying "hi sweetie, what're you doin? can we meet for lunch" just made me smile. We had a really nice lunch, sat outside (the weather is finally getting nice) and had the chance to just sit and talk. By the time I was heading home my lungs had decided to tighten up. Was it Pilates? Shopping? Talking? Just too much in general? Shit.
But no, no, no, I'm optimistic. My recovery time is definitely improving. I felt worse than this yesterday and woke up feeling great today, so...reasons to be optimistic.
Here I am, the health nut, and whammo! Suddenly my lungs don't work. WTF? This is a chronicle of my drug-free recovery from whatever the hell this is...my ups and downs, my search for answers, my battles with the traditional medical biz. If you suffer from asthma or other breathing issues, I hope you'll find some information and inspiration in these postings. There can be recovery without steroids and bronchodialators!
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