Carol blogs as C.S. Kjar and writes clean fiction. Find her book, The Treasure of Adonis, HERE.
Exertion Asthma
I admire people who can run and feel the air rush by their
faces as they move along so smoothly and fast.
I admire people who are in great shape and can do anything they
want. I envy them all. Why?
Because I can’t.
I have a condition called exertion asthma. It’s a lot like chronic asthma except it only
comes on during physical exertion or strenuous activities. The airways in the lungs narrow from
inflammation and don’t hold as much air as exercise demands. Breathing is wheezy and hard, the chest is
tight which prevents breathing deeply, and fatigue comes fast because the
muscles aren’t getting the oxygen they need.
I’ve learned to live with my exertion asthma and life is good.
As I got older, more symptoms set in. Along with tightness in my chest, my arms
feel funny, tingly, or numb. I got
scared it was my heart so I insisted my doctor order a stress test for me. My test lasted for about 5 minutes because by
then I could hardly breathe at all. The
doctor pulled me off the treadmill and said my heart was fine. It was my lungs that were bad. I was so relieved that my heart was good that
I didn’t care about the asthma.
For me, the asthma symptoms start a few minutes after
strenuous effort. Even fast walking can
trigger it. When I stop, my breathing returns
to normal in a few minutes so the symptoms disappear quickly. I had an inhaler for a while and it helped a
little, but not enough to keep using it.
I decided the warnings about the side effects outweighed the benefits of
using it so I stopped.
When I do something strenuous like going up stairs, up a
hill, or walking at a fast pace, I have to stop to catch my breath fairly often. I don’t mind it. I have time to enjoy the scenery which is
really what I’m outside to see. If I go
too fast for too long, I suck air like a jet engine. I’ve sucked in my share of bugs. They’re nasty tasting without being dipped in
chocolate. I’ve choked on them quite
often so it’s a good idea to take water along.
My asthma was a handicap only once that I remember. I was doing field work with the Forest
Service and we were two ridges away from our truck when a thunderstorm blew
in. We got a radio call that there was a
tornado warning and to get out there as fast as we could. Everyone set off for the truck at a fast jog. We went down one ridge up another, down and
up again. I was lagging behind, but could
hardly breathe by the time I got to the truck.
Everyone kept asking me if I was okay.
No, I wasn’t, but I wasn’t going to be left behind to be struck by
lightning or swept up in a tornado.
So someday, if you go running past a heavy breathing walker,
please don’t laugh. Don’t taunt. Don’t pity.
It may be the best he or she can do.
Be thankful for your good lungs and take care of them so you have a life
of easy breathing.
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