I don't usually do this. And this post may make no sense at all, I am sorry.
I will attempt to give a bit of a back story.
Last March (2010) I was hospitalized for 10 days. 8 in ICU, almost 3 of those on a respirator and tube fed. I had double pneumonia despite getting all the preventative shots. Upon admission my O2 was 71 (supposed to be 95+).
When I was discharged, on full oxygen, I obviously had follow-up appointments. Out of those appointments, I was discovered I have a variation of COPD and a compromised immune system. (Just so you know, I have never smoked.)
It is so hard for me to be outside in public these days. Everyone smokes it seems. Yesterday, I was on campus and had to walk by so many smokers I had to have my girlfriend come pick me up from school (instead of riding the light rail home) and had an asthma attack shortly later. I do everything I can to avoid walking by them, but sometimes it is unavoidable like when smokers are smoking on train platforms (despite it not being allowed).
I speak up and I am considered mean or rude when I politely ask them to move back a bit (I need to sit a lot because of my immune system). I never asked for my lungs to be so sick, or even me. I just want to be healthy. I guess I never really was but all this has taken such a toll on me lately. I cannot even walk up stairs--even one flight.
I hate wearing a medic alert bracelet.
I feel so discouraged lately.
I'll shut up now. I'm supposed to be stronger than this.
I will attempt to give a bit of a back story.
Last March (2010) I was hospitalized for 10 days. 8 in ICU, almost 3 of those on a respirator and tube fed. I had double pneumonia despite getting all the preventative shots. Upon admission my O2 was 71 (supposed to be 95+).
When I was discharged, on full oxygen, I obviously had follow-up appointments. Out of those appointments, I was discovered I have a variation of COPD and a compromised immune system. (Just so you know, I have never smoked.)
It is so hard for me to be outside in public these days. Everyone smokes it seems. Yesterday, I was on campus and had to walk by so many smokers I had to have my girlfriend come pick me up from school (instead of riding the light rail home) and had an asthma attack shortly later. I do everything I can to avoid walking by them, but sometimes it is unavoidable like when smokers are smoking on train platforms (despite it not being allowed).
I speak up and I am considered mean or rude when I politely ask them to move back a bit (I need to sit a lot because of my immune system). I never asked for my lungs to be so sick, or even me. I just want to be healthy. I guess I never really was but all this has taken such a toll on me lately. I cannot even walk up stairs--even one flight.
I hate wearing a medic alert bracelet.
I feel so discouraged lately.
I'll shut up now. I'm supposed to be stronger than this.












I used to think smoking was cool too. Then I got pregnant with my first son. I have never touched it since. My grandmother died from a bloodclot that went to her heart as a result of 40 years of smoking camel non-filtered cigarettes. I have a lot of anger toward her for making the choice to smoke around me (I have asthma now too) and then kill herself with it. Addiction is anything that has more power over someone than they have over themselves. 

(OK, I'm 48, and I know there are plenty of people that think that's young.
).
And there's nothing wrong with needing to vent about people being crappy about it.



