If only it were so simple.
When I’m not coughing I’m wheezing. My left lung is getting boggier by the day.
It sucks, this downward spiral. Been here, done this, doing it yet again.
I mean, I’m tough but this is fucking demoralizing.
There, I’ve said it. Allowed that this shit gets me down. That not falling into despair as I hang on until the next clinical trial that may or may not work takes enormous will power. At times I feel like I’m running on sheer survival instinct. I want to live.