I have some thoughts about the treadmill!
My breathing problems started already more than ten years ago or so. At the time I was sent to tests. I was expecting to be put on a treadmill. I was so looking forward to it. However once several tests had already been underway, the person who did the testing said a test on the treadmill would not be suitable for me. I would not be able to perform on it? Like a little girl, who had been looking forward for a treat, I felt cheated. Something similar happened to me recently. It looks I am never going to make it onto a treadmill. So sad . . . .
‘Why don’t you see the doctor and get yourself checked out?’ This came to me from Helvi, one morning sipping her first coffee and my first and last tea for the day. I don’t generally see doctors unless feeling crook which is rarely. My dad was the same. He was right to avoid them. Last time he saw a doctor he was dead the next day. He died at 78 which I am now. It was on the 7th of January that he died suddenly. We all went and flew to Holland for his funeral. I remember cleaning out his ashtrays and getting rid of his tobacco, cigarette papers and other bits and pieces. I am somewhat nervous seeing the 7th of January. It won’t be long!
I went to see the doctor because I ran out of puff just sitting on the lounge. It did not seem right. During our walks I noticed…
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