When suffering long-term from an illness, one can easily becomes discouraged and depressed. There are activities you’re not able to do anymore, places you can’t visit, jobs you can’t perform and maybe even people you cannot see. I don’t see myself as getting too down in the dumps, but there are certainly times when I’m in a bit of a funk. I have a group of online friends who also suffer from severe asthma. We often try to encourage each other whenever one of the group is down.
Today I went to the dentist. I tend to see a dentist every five years or so and for some reason they always exclaim how awesome my teeth are. They’re even surprised with the amount of prednisone I take and the insane amount of inhaler puffs/neb treatments I use as well. I’m not sure what I do other than brush my teeth every day and drink a lot of water. I also drink an ill-advised amount of Mountain Dew, rarely floss and am not consciously maintaining my chompers. To date I’ve never had a cavity and have never had a bad dentist experience. This is something I should really be celebrating. A local friend of mine just recently had an infection in his jaw and had to get a bunch of teeth pulled combined with a hospital admission.
When I really stop to think, I have a lot of good things going for me. I have a great family, amazing friends, I can cook, I have a sweet film collection, I’m employed, I have health insurance, the dentist says my teeth are awesome, I got free Taco Bell for lunch today with TWO MOUNTAIN DEWS and I can grow a pretty decent beard. My respiratory system may not be the greatest, but I think all the good far outweighs the bad.