Expectations
A few months ago, I wrote this regarding people not really "getting it" when it comes to chronic illness. They can't believe that after 6 or 7 or 8 months you aren't running marathons or whatever, even though your cardiologist told you that you had a "near-fatal event" in February.
I wanted to update that post. I'm feeling better; some days are really good, but then there are days that are absolutely terrible. Like today. I have tremendous chest pain when I breathe; it's not just pleurisy, but deep lung pain. Nothing new, just the usual.
We recently moved to the foothills outside Boulder, CO. We're in a nice house in the woods (or semi-woods, actually). Some of my friends have expressed great disappointment that moving to the supposedly "better air" of these foothills hasn't magically made me better.
Please refer to my original post to understand what happened to me. Although now I have asthma, you have to understand what started it all, and that mountain air isn't the cure.
Time is the cure. My pulmonary doctor said I will get better. Another doctor confirmed this, but warned me it could take at least a year.
So, I know you mean well by expressing the sweet and rather old-fashioned "better air" theory, and I appreciate it, but especially on days like today, it's a bit painful to know there are such high expectations for me to become more exciting and awesome. I won't apologize. This is who I am now. I won't always be like this, but that Rocky Mountain High isn't necessarily going to fix it.
It sure is pretty, though. Too bad "pretty" doesn't fix lung problems, eh?

