I went to the doctor today and he gave me another series of steroids to bring the inflammation in my lungs down and help me with my breathing/asthma. I never go to the doctor unless I am practically on my deathbed, but he convinced me I was gonna live...LOL! Its funny how our (at least my mind) goes to the worst possible places.
I had a good old heart to heart with him about the potential effects of smoking and he asked me a lot of questions about Chantix, the on-line support group they offer and how I am feeling in general. I told him even if I found out something horrible about my health, I did not think I would go out and smoke. (At least for today.) Lets just say this is a really big wake up call about how I could feel everyday. I mean, breathing is not an optional part of life. I am under really strict orders to take the medicine prescribed, not do too much, get enough rest and eat. It has been hard to hold down food or really want to eat much of anything and I am not underweight by any means! Nothing really tastes good or strikes me as interesting. The steroids make you hungry and hold water though so I have a feeling I will be eating more than I have been.
Once again, I am grateful for all of the support I have been so freely given.