When I first got sick, my lungs filled with fluid, and my blood-oxygen saturation dropped to the low seventies. One doctor opined that I might have to be on supplemental oxygen for the rest of my life. I told her I thought I could beat those odds.
That was a bluff. Inside, I was pretty worried. My body was puffing up like a garden toad, and I didn't know what my future might be. I let that go on for about three days, then I remembered something:
"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."
I'd prefer a 97 or 98 reading, but I'll take 95 with no supplemental oxygen any day. This is after about 15 minutes of exercise. One day, something really will come along and take me out of the game for good, but today is not that day.
