spontaneous pneumothorax
I got all dressed up today, along with the rest of my family. Actually, I didn't have time to iron my shirt, because I sort of slept in a bit. I was up late last night wandering around the harbour searching for someone who was somewhat tipsy and lacking a mobile phone (don't worry, with all the trouble you get up to I'll find you a nice lawyer some time soon). Anyway, my shirt was a bit crinkly, but it was black and made out of fabric that looks good wrinkled up... at least that's what I'm telling myself. It was great to have all of my dad's side of the family together. That doesn't happen very often, and it's even less frequent that we all get scrubbed up. My cousin seemed intently focused on maintaining a calm exterior and making sure everyone was happy at the wedding, but my sister said she saw his hand shaking when Karen put the wedding ring on his finger.
It was a nice day. My stomach is full, the food was tasty, the sun frequently broke out from behind the clouds, and everyone looked happy and well.
On a completely different note, Adrian thinks I have a popped lung. He may have a point. About two weeks ago, one side of my chest felt really tight and painful all of a sudden, and for the next few days it felt as though that side of the chest was being jabbed at every time I took a breath. Up until last week I couldn't walk 10 metres without getting short of breath. I've been coughing like someone with a life-threatening disease since it happened, and I can't laugh without breaking into a fit of wheezy rattling. How dramatic and exciting I am. I didn't and still don't feel sick, but the doctor put me on antibiotics anyway... so we've probably got a few extra superbugs floating around now because of that.
All pretty annoying, particularly since I've felt incapable of doing any sort of exercise properly over the last few weeks. I wheezed and stumbled my way through two basketball games, and felt pretty rotten afterwards. Truth number one, I suppose. I am definitely on the mend though. I managed to get to the gym again this week, and apart from the cough I am feeling pretty good. Still, I think I'll go and see the doctor again tomorrow to see if we can figure out exactly what's going on.
It was a nice day. My stomach is full, the food was tasty, the sun frequently broke out from behind the clouds, and everyone looked happy and well.
On a completely different note, Adrian thinks I have a popped lung. He may have a point. About two weeks ago, one side of my chest felt really tight and painful all of a sudden, and for the next few days it felt as though that side of the chest was being jabbed at every time I took a breath. Up until last week I couldn't walk 10 metres without getting short of breath. I've been coughing like someone with a life-threatening disease since it happened, and I can't laugh without breaking into a fit of wheezy rattling. How dramatic and exciting I am. I didn't and still don't feel sick, but the doctor put me on antibiotics anyway... so we've probably got a few extra superbugs floating around now because of that.
All pretty annoying, particularly since I've felt incapable of doing any sort of exercise properly over the last few weeks. I wheezed and stumbled my way through two basketball games, and felt pretty rotten afterwards. Truth number one, I suppose. I am definitely on the mend though. I managed to get to the gym again this week, and apart from the cough I am feeling pretty good. Still, I think I'll go and see the doctor again tomorrow to see if we can figure out exactly what's going on.
posted by Gene at 7:59 pm
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