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It's In The Lungs
Mar. 18th, 2025 08:35 amI had Covid for the first time in December 2019, before it was even officially announced as being in Canada. But Mom worked at the Casino at the time, and they got a LOT of traffic from patrons from China, and she brought it home. We didn't even know what it was at that point, it was just a REALLY bad cold/flu that we both came down with, but... after that my lungs were never the same.
I've been short of breath ever since, like my asthma is flaring up constantly, and I've had Covid FOUR MORE TIMES (so far) since then, and every time it goes STRAIGHT for my lungs and I end up with pneumonia from it, and every time I come out the other end with my lungs just a LITTLE bit worse off. At this point I'm going through a ventolin rescue inhaler every two weeks, which is INSANE considering before Covid I was going through ONE A YEAR, MAYBE.
Dr. K keeps sending me for tests and scans to try to figure out what's wrong with my lungs, and trying me on different inhalers, trying to find one that works and clears everything up, but nothing helps. I'm pretty sure I just have LongCovid and I'm stuck like this until they come up with a treatment for it, which sucks, but I guess that's reality. I have to talk to Dr. K about that when I'm in to see her in a couple of weeks and see what she thinks.
Because it's either LongCovid or it's fucking LUNG CANCER, and the scans have already ruled out the cancer option. All I know is I'm constantly short of breath and my lungs (particularly my right one) feel congested and even HURT sometimes, and I'm SO tired of it. I just want to breathe normally again, I don't feel like that's too much to ask, considering all my other health problems.
Because it's impossible to do ANYTHING when you can't breathe. I'm supposed to be exercising to help me lose weight because of my fucked-up LIVER, but I can barely walk two flights of stairs without needing my rescue inhaler right now, and that's ridiculous. I have to swap the axolotl tanks over in a couple of days and it's going to absolutely KILL ME, hauling all the buckets of water (it almost killed me LAST TIME I had to do it, too.) But it has to be done, the current tank is leaking, so like, what can I do?
I've been trying my best to live with this since freaking 2019, but every time I have Covid it just gets worse. At some point I'm going to just end up on oxygen and at my age? That's HORRIBLE. Just... sometimes it feels unfair, all the health things that get piled up on me. And I can't bitch about it around here because Mom is sick of hearing about it, so...
Journal bitching, it is!
EDIT: I saw on the news a couple days ago that LongCovid is becoming such a problem that the governments around the world, including Canada, are actually devoting money, resources and manpower to getting to the bottom of it. It could still take a DECADE, but here’s hoping!
I've been short of breath ever since, like my asthma is flaring up constantly, and I've had Covid FOUR MORE TIMES (so far) since then, and every time it goes STRAIGHT for my lungs and I end up with pneumonia from it, and every time I come out the other end with my lungs just a LITTLE bit worse off. At this point I'm going through a ventolin rescue inhaler every two weeks, which is INSANE considering before Covid I was going through ONE A YEAR, MAYBE.
Dr. K keeps sending me for tests and scans to try to figure out what's wrong with my lungs, and trying me on different inhalers, trying to find one that works and clears everything up, but nothing helps. I'm pretty sure I just have LongCovid and I'm stuck like this until they come up with a treatment for it, which sucks, but I guess that's reality. I have to talk to Dr. K about that when I'm in to see her in a couple of weeks and see what she thinks.
Because it's either LongCovid or it's fucking LUNG CANCER, and the scans have already ruled out the cancer option. All I know is I'm constantly short of breath and my lungs (particularly my right one) feel congested and even HURT sometimes, and I'm SO tired of it. I just want to breathe normally again, I don't feel like that's too much to ask, considering all my other health problems.
Because it's impossible to do ANYTHING when you can't breathe. I'm supposed to be exercising to help me lose weight because of my fucked-up LIVER, but I can barely walk two flights of stairs without needing my rescue inhaler right now, and that's ridiculous. I have to swap the axolotl tanks over in a couple of days and it's going to absolutely KILL ME, hauling all the buckets of water (it almost killed me LAST TIME I had to do it, too.) But it has to be done, the current tank is leaking, so like, what can I do?
I've been trying my best to live with this since freaking 2019, but every time I have Covid it just gets worse. At some point I'm going to just end up on oxygen and at my age? That's HORRIBLE. Just... sometimes it feels unfair, all the health things that get piled up on me. And I can't bitch about it around here because Mom is sick of hearing about it, so...
Journal bitching, it is!
EDIT: I saw on the news a couple days ago that LongCovid is becoming such a problem that the governments around the world, including Canada, are actually devoting money, resources and manpower to getting to the bottom of it. It could still take a DECADE, but here’s hoping!
