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hmm..whats new..
ohh..I went to the doctor, which was a little more interesting than usual.
First off, I told him I get out of breath really easily. As in, out of breath after walking a couple blocks (and no, I'm not out of shape..I run. I get out of breath doing that too, I just have more time to spend forcing myself to breathe. Keeps attention off the pain)
First, he does a lung capacity test..not bad. "here breath into this as long as you can..do it a few more times" Yeah..I tell him my height, he measures me. My lung capacity is fine.
Then he tells me to go for a run.
Thats right..so off I go running to the end of the block and back so I'm out of breathe (told ya) come back..lung capacity has gone down muchly.
He gives a tester inhaler, I take a couple shots. Strangely, that made it worse..prompting:
"Well, maybe all the medications gone and you just got a good dose of Freon. Here, I'll write you a prescription"
O.O!
Neway..I now have an inhaler.
Satruday was the toyrun, and that rocks of course. My dad invited me..all good.
HE couoldn't get his bike started..had to phone my Aunt for jumper cables.
All his spare batteries are dead. Take another 10 min or so to get her started, then all is fine until the highway. Just ove rhte top of the mountain, it dies. Completely and utterly without power.
Got a nice lesson in how alive the spirit of giving is when in the whole 10-15 minutes we were there..2 people stopped. One was his friend, the other was a bike mechanic on his was\y back to town with a bike spitting oil (in a trailer of course)
We got to the falls just as the bikes her leaving, join the end, and she dies again (just the circuit breaker this time)
It did take a mad dash down the highway, along the bikelane and through town to meet up with the rest again though.
And dance, and drinking..and people -dragging- me away from my nice little table to dance with them.
Coolers to give a kinda neat little buz though
ohh..I went to the doctor, which was a little more interesting than usual.
First off, I told him I get out of breath really easily. As in, out of breath after walking a couple blocks (and no, I'm not out of shape..I run. I get out of breath doing that too, I just have more time to spend forcing myself to breathe. Keeps attention off the pain)
First, he does a lung capacity test..not bad. "here breath into this as long as you can..do it a few more times" Yeah..I tell him my height, he measures me. My lung capacity is fine.
Then he tells me to go for a run.
Thats right..so off I go running to the end of the block and back so I'm out of breathe (told ya) come back..lung capacity has gone down muchly.
He gives a tester inhaler, I take a couple shots. Strangely, that made it worse..prompting:
"Well, maybe all the medications gone and you just got a good dose of Freon. Here, I'll write you a prescription"
O.O!
Neway..I now have an inhaler.
Satruday was the toyrun, and that rocks of course. My dad invited me..all good.
HE couoldn't get his bike started..had to phone my Aunt for jumper cables.
All his spare batteries are dead. Take another 10 min or so to get her started, then all is fine until the highway. Just ove rhte top of the mountain, it dies. Completely and utterly without power.
Got a nice lesson in how alive the spirit of giving is when in the whole 10-15 minutes we were there..2 people stopped. One was his friend, the other was a bike mechanic on his was\y back to town with a bike spitting oil (in a trailer of course)
We got to the falls just as the bikes her leaving, join the end, and she dies again (just the circuit breaker this time)
It did take a mad dash down the highway, along the bikelane and through town to meet up with the rest again though.
And dance, and drinking..and people -dragging- me away from my nice little table to dance with them.
Coolers to give a kinda neat little buz though