Take my breath away...

Today is apparently a no-breathing day. I don't know exactly why, I've been taking all my medicine as scheduled. This gets pretty intense at times, since aside from the prescribed anti-inflammatory, I've been put on deglycinated licorice, 1000mg of calcium, and 1000mg of magnesium. I was doing better, but today it feels like there is a weight on my chest and I can't take deep breaths. I've been told the Albuterol inhaler isn't going to help, but I'm tempted to take a few puffs anyway, just to feel like I'm doing something. Not having my breath makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. I also find myself yawning constantly, though I'm not tired, because my brain keeps sending out the unoxygenated signal. This is sort of amusing in class, because I keep making other people yawn when they look at me.

Tomorrow I go in to the cardiologist's office to get hooked up with an event monitor, but I don't think that's going to do much for my lungs. I'm more than halfway through my stomach-thrashing anti-inflammatory, so I guess if my lungs don't ease up, I'll have to go back in next week. On top of all my breathing sadness, I went to McDonalds this week and got the wrong sandwich. I got a plain sausage biscuit instead of a McGriddle, and I couldn't go back because I had class and I needed the food to take my medicine. That was rather depressing. Sausage biscuit without even any cheese is a very boring, dry breakfast, especially if you paid for a McGriddle.

This afternoon I have an outline to work on, so I'd better get my head back in the game, regardless of what my lungs are doing. I'm quite fed up with my body messing with my life, it needs to be grateful for all the medicine I've fed to it and start turning around.