My lung capacity pre injury was a healthy 6 litres. Yesterday it measures at 2.7 litres.
It’s no wonder I’m a bit short of breath and have no ability to speak loudly. I’m a real mess inside and out.
Its depressing for sure.
I am dipping below the happiness line regularly atm. Trying and failing to stay ‘ up’ – it’s a constant thing that I have to do, for sure.
Still Alice at Richmond Théâtre wasn’t exactly upbeat, so wasn’t a great choice of plays. In it she talks about ‘ missing the Me Before This Happened ‘. God I know how that feels.
I miss thé pre injury freedom and simplicity.