This photo has nothing to do with anything apart from the fact that this door makes me want to giggle every time I sit in the waiting room.
Anyway.... I went to see my Respiratory Specialist today. We lamented the fact that I still haven't had a phonecall, and pondered the reasons why, and had a chat about the olden days.
In the olden days, he hand wrote all of my notes on foolscap paper, and the receptionist would file them inside a manila folder. These days, everything is on the laptop.
I asked him if he could find the oldest pulmonary function test results that he had on the laptop. I started seeing him in 1990, but the oldest he could find in a hurry were from 1993.
In 1993, I was 18 years old, 169cm tall, and weighed 59 kgs.
In 1993, Melbourne phone numbers were still only 7 digits.
In 1993, I played Basketball and Netball and was in my first year at Uni.
In 1993, I could run up and down flights of stairs at work with no problems.
And this is today.
4 comments:
Actually being able to read these myself, I really feel for you Cam. I think you guys actually measure by the % in VIC don't you?? We go by the actual numbers. Currently my FEV1 is 1.2 and FVC is 2.5. I seriously do not even want to imagine what your numbers feel like. That call will come soon gorgeous, it just has to. xx
Even though I don't have a clue what the numbers mean, I can see the deterioration. Hoping that call comes soon, Cam.
The door made me giggle too!
fingers crossed and toes for that call xo
I long for the good old days too... When I was in my last two years of high school I could walk up one flight of steps and then had to walk down to the other end of the corridor where there were also steps, to walk the next flight up. Now I doubt I could make it down one of the corridors, let alone a whole flight of stairs. Hope you get another call soon (read your above post), and this time it's one that gives you some damn organs finally!
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