Why is it that every time life seems to be going well, something bad happens. I'm so sick and tired of the setbacks and this vicious cycle.
About 2 months ago I moved into my new place. Shortly thereafter I contracted bronchitis most likely due to the inhaling of much dust and fine particles. Being a stubborn guy and having no insurance, I decided to fight it out with my lungs. You know, tough it out, hope for the best. As November began I started feeling better. I waited another week or so after I felt pretty good and then I resumed my life with no restrictions, which means going to the gym many times a week, going for long walks, etc.
Now today I woke up feeling uneasy. As the day has gone on I've felt my chest tighten. It's getting difficult to talk without coughing. It's getting very difficult to laugh without coughing, and if you can't laugh what the hell is the point of being alive.
So I am miserable this evening. I thought I had beaten this thing but now I'm back to where I was 6 weeks ago. It's always been this way... every time I think things are improving they take a turn for the worse. Is that just my life, or is that everyone else's as well?
Now I'm left with the decision I had about a month ago... do I go to the doctor with no insurance and no doctors in my family, or do I continue to fight it. Like I said I'm stubborn and I hate to give up on anything. But also in the back of my mind is 1996. in 1996 I had bronchitis, waited forever to do something about it, then contracted pneumonia, almost died, and then needed 3 months to recover.
I feel like Butch looking into Marsellus Wallace's eyes in that bar. "Now the night of the fight you may feel a slight sting..."
Should I stay or should I go?
About 2 months ago I moved into my new place. Shortly thereafter I contracted bronchitis most likely due to the inhaling of much dust and fine particles. Being a stubborn guy and having no insurance, I decided to fight it out with my lungs. You know, tough it out, hope for the best. As November began I started feeling better. I waited another week or so after I felt pretty good and then I resumed my life with no restrictions, which means going to the gym many times a week, going for long walks, etc.
Now today I woke up feeling uneasy. As the day has gone on I've felt my chest tighten. It's getting difficult to talk without coughing. It's getting very difficult to laugh without coughing, and if you can't laugh what the hell is the point of being alive.
So I am miserable this evening. I thought I had beaten this thing but now I'm back to where I was 6 weeks ago. It's always been this way... every time I think things are improving they take a turn for the worse. Is that just my life, or is that everyone else's as well?
Now I'm left with the decision I had about a month ago... do I go to the doctor with no insurance and no doctors in my family, or do I continue to fight it. Like I said I'm stubborn and I hate to give up on anything. But also in the back of my mind is 1996. in 1996 I had bronchitis, waited forever to do something about it, then contracted pneumonia, almost died, and then needed 3 months to recover.
I feel like Butch looking into Marsellus Wallace's eyes in that bar. "Now the night of the fight you may feel a slight sting..."
Should I stay or should I go?
kristie:
I'm sorry you've had such a hard time lately! 
I really do hope that you feel better soon.
I really do hope that you feel better soon.