6/18/07 - A few days of hospital stay, just what the doctor ordered (yah rite!)

So as the title says, nothing like a few days in the hospital to scare the crap out of you - and more importantly......... to remind me that whenever I think Ive got this whole lung thing figured out - wham! Welcome back to earth. As of about a week ago, in the evening, my lungs just decided to take a vacation. No one can track down why. Make no mistake, this is not from a lack of trying - as it seems people need to be able to pin these things down into neat and tidy boxes; or else they start turning on you.

Yes, once the 'usual's have been discarded - we have arrived at; "well you must have done something you weren't supposed to be doing!" And I don't wish to relay that I'm not curious as to why this happened - but it may be that I've just had a lot more time with this in my head ruminating around to accept the fact that the 'C' in COPD, stands for chronic and that by definition means that this will continue to bite me in the ass at not only predictable - but odd intervals as well. So here I sit, first day back home in a while; short of breath, confused and I felt the need for an update.........this fuckin' sucks.

And if the timing could be of the 'cant get any worse variety' - this weekend was supposed to be the weekend where we, as a charity and community were supposed to be able to go and see the new Michael Moore movie - SICKO. Do the red carpet thing, get to get some media attention on the plight and the charity, and now if I want to see this thing, it'll cost me $10.50 - just like everyone else. Great. Now I could probably launch here into a LONG diatribe about me feelings regarding Mr. Moore and his movie making styles - but.........as he has offered to help to us as ill first responders in this plight - I shall reserve judgement. So for those hoping to read something scathing about him here, you'll just have to wait, as will we all, to see if this movie that highlights at least 3 ill 9/11 first responders who receive free medical treatment in Cuba - can get the attention of a blissfully ignorant nation. If he can accomplish that, then I may very well become one of his biggest fans for saving all of my friends lives.

Otherwise, here I am - a bit battered and run down, certainly humbled by the last week - hoping like hell that whatever set this off; chooses to do it few and far between.