I have a difficult time sometimes talking when they are in another room. And, repeating myself over and over again is maddening.... I will eventually run out of air or my voice gets raspy really quick. I am also finding in groups of people trying to talk over the noise I just can't do anymore. Yelling is out of the question.
I used to be so quiet and easy going and now I find it hard to hold my tongue. I figure if I need to stand up for myself now is the time. Those around me aren't used to that.
I am finding that since I have been diagnosed there is more wrong with me. I know that is because with the diagnoses came insurance for the first time in a long time. I have had a laundry list of things found, things removed, things being watched, lung issues, heart issues, thyroid issues, breast issues and uterus issues. I am not sure what will be next?
I was explaining to someone that I can handle my Copd and Emphysema most of the time without too much surprise. What I am finding impossible is these surprises that need to be dealt with. Like I told my Primary Care Doctor when she asked me about this fibroid tumor on my uterus.... she asked if it came down to watching it for it's growth or just removing the uterus? And, I answered I would prefer to remove my uterus because that would be one less thing to worry about returning or getting worse.
It's the small things that get in the way.
I can usually plan events around my Copd. Yes, I may be having breathing issues, but usually I can go sit and watch a concert, or if the weather is right... go for walks. I can almost always go to the store and walk around. I can go visit. I just pack my oxygen around with me and be wise enough to check to make sure I won't run out before I can get back home.
It's these small things that bring me to a stop. Even this small cyst I had removed, had me at home a couple days. Not because I couldn't take the pain, but because of the location. For men imagine a hole right in the middle of your chest. Every time your arms move... so does that area, every time you turn... so does your chest. It just was in a location that is uncomfortable.
I read a nurses posting today... I happen to know this nurse works on a transplant floor.