October 24, 2011

Tuesday's clinic (before my brief admission) brought me a warning of what was to come, one of the first sentences out of the resident's mouth was "What status are you?" to which I responded status one-- not really giving it much thought because "status" has been a flitting topic all summer long, with most agreeing that status 1 was still suitable for me.

Next thing I knew, the resident returned with my doctor and we were discussing my 'status' with a new sense of focus-- no longer flitting. The doctor came up with an interesting analogy to illustrate her point: she said to picture my declining lung function as a slow descent into a pool. As you first ease into a pool you can still breath and the drops don't matter so much. However, when you're chin deep in the water, each drop, each tiny drop in lung function matters, and it takes just a tiny step more to drown you-- you just never know when that tiny step is going to be. Hence, the moral of the story is when you're chin deep in the water, it's really not the time to play chicken.