About six months after being told I’ll be on oxygen for-ev-errrrrrr, I’m just a few steps away from breaking up with Gus for good!
I guess I just thought that once my lungs started cooperating, it would be just like old times. I didn’t take into account my body needed to rebuild what little strength and endurance it used to have.
Its pretty well established on this blog that I love road trips and hiking. They are just about my two favorite activities. So you’d think – as I did – that busted lungs means no more hiking, right? WRONG. I just needed some “modifications.” You know, like the bionic woman.
So what does one need to hike with busted lungs?
When my parents surprised me with a weekend getaway to the Smokies, I took my oxygen and RAN!
Whew. I don’t know about you, but that last blog entry got a bit to real for me. I’m not all into talking about my feelings or even really talking about myself – especially not on this blog. But I’m going to keep with this personal vein here and there on the blog, even though adventuring is waaaay more interesting than stupid autoimmune diseases. Notice anything different about this site? I’ve gone through I-don’t-know-how-many redesigns over the years, each time getting further away from my original purpose: To showcase my fine body of work when I was in college and “networking.” (I use the term “fine” loosely here. I look back on all that and cringe now, a lot like how I will reread this in another five years and do the same.) I have tried to move my blog from being about me – because, lets face it, I’m boring – and focus on adventures! Formerly called “Curious Adventurer,” I’ve now dubbed myself the “Breathless Adventurer” complete with a new banner photo and URL. I …
Sho-what? I said the same thing when I first heard the name. In 2014, I was diagnosed with a lung disease caused by an autoimmune disorder.