Breathe in, breathe in, more, more, more...

... now blow out - more, more, keep going, keep going. Gad, how I hate this test! Had to go have my breathing checked today and it really is one of the few things in life that I dread.

You have to sit in this "body box" thing and go through a series of breathing exercises with your lips clamped around a mouthpiece and a clothespin-like device clamped on your nose. The idea is to breathe through your mouth while a machine records ... well, whatever it records - stuff like lung capacity and all. Have you ever tried breathing with a hunk of plastic in your mouth?? It's just not normal! You have to keep blowing air out 'til you damn near pass out and when you're not dealing with a whole lot of oxygen to begin with, it's... well, it's almost traumatizing for my delicate little self!

Anyway, she did a brief comparison with my last test results and things weren't too much different, so I'm kinda holding my own. A pleasant surprise since I thought it had probably worsened.

Whew! Glad that's over! I'd almost rather have a colonoscopy... no, wait... I didn't mean that! ;)