Feb 16, 2008
I've only had four cigarettes in the last five days. I had to use my nebulizer last night and this morning. It sounds like a tiny mouse is whistling in my chest. Crud Buckets!!! I was sooo pleased that my COPD was hardly bothering me, (so I would be a good candidate for the Remicade Study). Now this! I'm really bummed. Mostly I'm mad at myself; smoking, drinking, as if there was no tomorrow. Here I am, filled with regret, wallowing in self pity, and wondering when or if I'll ever be well enough, (lungs)to start my tx. I'm already taking antibiotics for my swollen jaw. Monday is yank out the two nasty teeth day. I guess I'll just have to regroup after that. Sniffle, pout, sigh!!! AND, I can't even have wine with my whine, waaah- waah -waaah- I'm glad I have a room I can be in ALL BY MYSELF. I'm not fit company for man nor beast.