I was recently put on oxygen 2L 24/7, then my pulmonary doctor had me do a lung function test.
I learned about a week later, that my lungs are functioning below 50%, which would explain why my heart beats so hard and fast before I was placed on oxygen.
So I have been diagnosed with severe COPD and will need oxygen to live.
I had to purchase my own concentrator, which was a major hit for the family. It doesn’t let me leave the house, and I can only have a line a mix of 150 feet (not really far at all), a next goal is a portable unit so I can leave the house for doctor appointments and such.
I try to get to the restroom, cuz when you got to go, you got to go, and the line gets hung up on anything along the way. fast forward a bit here, I can go without it for about 5 minutes if I a, not doing anything, but if I am moving its about 2 minutes if I am lucky.
I am trying to wrap my head around all that has happened to me over the last year, one day I am preparing for an interview with a police department, the next I am doing all I can to catch my breath. That’s when I find myself really struggling to do even the most simplistic of things.
It really starts to put things into perspective.