So what's it really like?

Beware - Whiney Post Ahead!

I get bizarre comments from people all the time (this week it was at the Supermarket and at Captain Snooze).

Most of them are along the lines of "Gee that must be a real pain to drag that trolley around everywhere you go?". Ummmm well of course it is! I don't do it for fun and hi-jinks.

But I think the thing that I find even more frustrating is that unless you have a lung disease, and you can't breathe, then there's no way that you can appreciate just how hard it is to do anything and everything. I get short of breath just from talking!

You can sort of think of it like this - imagine that your mouth is firmly taped shut and you have to sprint for a kilometre only breathing through your nose.

You can't get enough air in and out of your lungs to provide enough oxygen for your body.
The lack of oxygen is making your heart race at over 140 beats per minute as it speeds up trying to distribute the small amount of oxygen left in your bloodstream.
You start to feel dizzy and nauseous, and you can't see properly.
Everything is just black.
You can't think.
You can't talk.
Then you feel like your head is in a vice and your brain is about to explode.



It's absolutely exhausting.