Some days it’s hard to write because I like to make people happy. I like to make you laugh if I can, but I can’t do that today and so if you want to read something funny, skip this post.
Around 2 months ago, give or take a few days, I was having trouble catching my breath when I was running. At first I thought it was the weather or maybe the fact that I hadn’t been running as much as I had a few weeks prior but then it got worse and it would happen randomly throughout the day.
I had an appointment scheduled with my regular doctor to check out my arm and hand so I decided to ask her about it. She didn’t really listen to me at first because she was so focused on the reason I was there, which was for my arm and hand, but I insisted.
I told her that I originally had trouble breathing when running but that it was getting worse and now happened sporadically throughout the day. She said it was probably deconditioning since I hadn’t been running all that much, but I persisted. I told her that I still managed to log at least 10-15,000 steps a day, ride my bike, and that I had been running quite a bit right up until the visit. The doctor asked how much I was running currently versus a few weeks ago and again she said it was probably deconditioning.
I got the feeling she didn’t believe me and so I whipped out the stats from my fitness trackers and I showed her my workouts. She looked surprised and asked when I last had a chest x-ray. I told her I wasn’t completely sure but it was at least 10 years ago and then she scheduled one, immediately.
A year earlier I had encountered the same symptoms and I had been diagnosed with bronchitis so I was completely expecting her to tell me that I had it again and I actually forgot all about it until two days later.
“The doctor has asked me to call you to let you know that a density was found on your upper right lung. We have requested a CT Scan immediately and someone will be calling you to arrange it. Please come in as soon as possible,” said the nurse on the other end of the line and then she hung up. That was on a Wednesday and I spent the next four days waiting for a that never came. I was beside myself with fear. I was freaked out and all I could think about was what ‘a density’ could mean.
I finally called the doctor myself and the CT scan was scheduled within days. It came back showing a few pulmonary nodules, a few blebs, and hyper inflated lungs, all of which I had to Google. I was terrified but the doctor insisted that it could have been much worse. She told me I needed to see a pulmonologist immediately and I waited 6 weeks for the next available emergency appointment, which is today.
I have no idea how serious this is but I’m hoping it isn’t. I am doing everything in my power to expedite my appointments and testing, and my mom is here for emotional and moral support. Despite everything, I am super thankful that I had my stats from my fitness trackers because without them, I don’t think the doctor would have ordered that chest x-ray and who knows what would have happened.
I’m off to the pulmonologist, wish me luck.