The resident in the middle of the night game me a nifty lung toy. I have to use it to breathe in and then flip it over to breathe out. I’m supposed to move all three balls.
It’s to help patients make sure that they are breathing enough when bedridden, to avoid things like pneumonia, etc.
Pulmonologist should put a custom made sticker on these with the name and number of their practice on it. It’s very cool.
Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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