Heart-lung Disease. It’s a brick wall to bang your head against; something you can’t escape. When you can’t breathe properly everything is difficult. Everything you do is affected by it every minute of every day. There are no holidays and no time off for good behavior.
This is the ‘heart-lung thing’ blog. A chronicle of life as a young Australian woman with a disability.
It may not always be exciting – I mean let’s face it, I’m Thirty, single, and unemployed with an as-yet unfinished tertiary education. Most days I struggle to get up and get dressed, let alone leave the house and pursue some kind of interesting life. And romance? Bah! Forget it. I’m too old and grumpy to put up with such nonsense, and falling in love makes my heart beat erratically.
In ten years time (if I live that long) I’ll be the weird disabled lady on the mobility scooter who grumpily beeps at you from behind when you are going for your daily ten kilometer jog. The one with the tiny, creepy-looking, hairless dog that growls and snaps at your fingers when you try to pat it.
But I like to think weird disabled scooter lady has a somewhat interesting story to tell. And sometimes, she might even manage to spout something vaguely insightful about a life lived on the fringe, in a nation where people seem to worry more about ‘welfare cheats’ and ‘queue jumpers’ than they do about social justice and equality.
She might. Or she might decide to put in a post about Persian cat paraphernalia instead. Sorry.
In any case, this is it. This is the blog.