Bikes are great. Lungs aren’t. Well, they are if they work and mine have decided that after decades of idle use they’d throw a spanner in the works and make things really difficult for me.
I’ve been suffering allergies all my life and recently since before the cycling I’d developed a pretty nasty cough. You can get used to a cough and when I think about it, I’ve had it on and off, probably more on for about 2-3 years. I suspect it may even have been the cause for my umbilical hernia a couple of years ago that foiled my allotment for a year.
Anyway, I’d had a chest x-ray to rule out anything nasty and on Thursday I popped into the doctors after flu like symptoms on Wednesday had made me feel really ill. Thursday night it really kicked in and breathing became like treacle. I survived the night but felt like I had pneumonia.
I saw the doctor the next morning and was immediately put on a course of steroids. So I’m now on 11 pills a day of various sorts, inhalers and sprays to control it. Lovely. It seems one of the glands in my throat is infected and producing lots of gunk, filling my lungs and making me feel pretty rotten. After about 12 hrs on sat, I felt much better and could even sleep. Not for long as my friends had popped down from Runcorn to see us