I haven’t been doing my exercise since I’ve come back from travelling.
But it is not for motivation or for want of physical activity.
Australia is burning.
It’s not even summer yet and we have out of control bushfires and catastrophic fire conditions.
Sydney is in a basin in which smoke settles.
My suburb is in the northern suburbs of Sydney, quite close to the bush that is the end of greater Sydney. So we often get smoke haze even if smoke hasn’t settled in the Sydney basin.
I think I started with a minor head cold.
The smoke haze added the double whammy.
On the train to the city for a work meeting just over a week ago, I was coughing like I had the Black Death. Kindly, a fellow passenger offered me his water bottle. Saved me. Thought I wasn’t going to stop coughing. Thought I was never going to breathe. Thought I’d have a heart attack.
Then I had a similar attack four nights later. Mr S gave me his asthma puffer. Two puffs of Ventolin and then a puff of a preventer. It calmed me down.
Actually I’ve had over two weeks of disturbed sleep due to coughing in total.
After a week of the coughing I went to the doctor. No infection. Just irritated lungs; all the nerves are firing.
Doctor prescribed the magic of codeine and a Ventolin!
I feel fine. And then the magic wears off. I’ve cancelled going to the theatre. Can’t guarantee that I won’t be the patron who disturbs everyone with a deep, spluttering cough.
I did one session with Olga, the Russian PT, heavily doses up on codeine and Ventolin. She sent me home the week before I went to the doctor. “Not exercising with no voice. It will go to your chest.” Well, it did but without any help from exercise!
Thank heavens I’m escaping to the northern hemisphere for a bit over summer. I don’t think we will have clean air for a long while.