..... and talking about chests ......
After smoking for forty years, and trying and failing many times to quit, (all smokers want to quit!), I contracted a chest infection a week ago, that left me gasping for breath, and thinking my number was up. I told one of my sons to stand by and if necessary get me to hospital, such was my need for oxygen. I managed to struggle on until morning and got to my G.P. and have been on antibiotics ever since, but, the cigarettes are history, albeit belatedly.
I'm now watchin my weight doesn't take off, and although I'm far from cured, I do have a reasonable lung capacity again. (Well, I can breathe!)
My ambition is to stay away from fags, lose more weight, keep cycling, and hopefully, even take up jogging, if only to save money on bus fares!
None of this is doing my depression any good at all!