Breathing.Although I’ve had COPD for about six years now, for most of that time I haven’t been on any daily medication. I tried several in the past and not only did I not see appreciable improvement, the medications also affected my vocal cords and made it next to impossible for me to sing without hoarseness.
So. The pulmonologist took me off everything except my rescue inhaler and that was that.
As I’ve written before, after my cancer surgeries last year I went from being able to blow 350 on a peak flow meter down to 300 with 600 being normal for my age. And to be quite honest, that was rather discouraging for me. I couldn’t help but think, “Where will I be a year from now? Or five years from now?”
Downward trends in breathing are never terribly heartening.
Well. When I went to the new pulmonologist last week, he did some tests and then sent me home with a sample of Spiriva to try. I took it along with me without any great feeling of enthusiasm because nothing’s ever helped me before.
But I am all about being a cooperative patient and so for the past five days, I’ve used the Spiriva every morning. And yesterday? I blew a 375 on the meter! Three. Seventy. Five.
Can you believe it? And so far, my voice feels fine—no hoarseness, no strain, no nothing.
So today I am one happy, grateful, breathing-a-little easier woman.
If you love the color blue, you will love the pictures below.
Before you peruse them however, please know that I donated several pints of blood to the Marauding Manteo Mosquitos in the taking of said photos. I have never seen so many mosquitos in my entire life. Not. Ever.
But I squirted on some skeeter spray and ferried forth into the fray with fervent, fevered, (f)photographic fervor.
(These were all taken in a gorgeous harbor front neighborhood about a mile from where we live.)