COPD, not OPP.
Yes, it is true. I was diagnosed with COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) a few days ago. Where was I that I could not tell you? Awash with narcotics (that made me aloof) and antibiotics (that made me sick).
Did I mention narcotics?
Anyway, they say part of it is because I am so big. Not just weight-wise either. (Even though I am a quarter of a ton, and *do* need to lose weight. I have a *huge* frame my physician exclaimed, “Not to mention an enlarged heart!”
Yay for me! I have two organs in distress.
Or would that be three since I have two lungs?
Anyway, I am off to inhale my Spiriva, Advair, Albuterol1, and Combivent.
It is also the 4th leading cause of death in America.
Pfft, AIDS ain’t got nuttin’ on me.
I tell you… there is nothing that can compare to breathing like an in labor hippopotamus to a track athlete, be it ever so brief.
Oh, and did I mention narcotics?