It isn't a Mystery
by Caroline Hellman

Do you know what's really frustrating sometimes? When you wake up wheezing and you don't know why. And, upon taking your Advair, your Pulmocort, and your Ventolin, it doesn't get better.

I just feel like asking my body why. I'm active; and I'm much more active than I was a couple of years ago. A couple of years ago it killed me to run when it was colder than 40 degrees, whereas the other day it was about 15 degrees in the morning when I ran, and I did a solid 4 miles.

That's extremely satisfying, and it was one of those runs where I didn't have much time, was going to run two, two became three, and suddenly three was four. I was contemplating five when the reality hit home that I did actually have to be somewhere in a short time and that I was going to have to curtail the little jog.

But in the meantime, earlier in the week I had woken up to wheezing, and that bothers me. Especially when my body is full of pulmonary-related medicine--what more can I do. Oh yeah--continue to get into shape. And continue to swim. Another wake-up call--literally. The battle ain't over yet.