Being encouraged by my new team mates (at work) to apply for disabled person status. In other words a parking placard for my car. At the very least.
You know, I've never thought of myself as disabled.
But now I am starting to wonder if I have got permanent impairment to my lungs. Not really wonder about that. I mean, I know I have permanent damage. I thought it was supposed to get better. And it has to a certain effect.
Not ever going to be great, but better. And I have better days and worse days.
This last 7 has been just awful. I realize there is a price to pay for what I've put my body through. And I'm paying it. I don't like it. But it is what it is. And I'll pay, dammit.
I could be the poster child for 'reasons NOT to ever smoke'. Among other things.
Inhalers are barely (or so it seems) effective right now, and let's not forget to factor in my weight gain as well. I'm on that piece of it already.
As soon as I can afford to get in to see my doctor I'll be discussing these things with her. If I don't keel over first!
I'm kidding. At least I hope I'm kidding.
And I need to pay that damned parking ticket...