It is all new to you. You are just now learning some of the pains we all go through. Don't panic or get anxious about it. Learn what it is telling you. It can help save you before things get worse.

Talk to your Dr about the anxiety. They can give you some medicine to help that. Anxiety is common for us but that to affects your breathing.

Yes, you will always pay more attention to your lungs and what affects them. You will start catching on to what is good and bad.

Excellent advice, @A MyCOPDTeam Member. ❤️

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Thank you. I have been in touch with my therapist. And glad to know that since I stopped vaping, just waking around outside in the pollen shouldn't cause more damage! You're so right. Sometimes our thoughts are our worst enemies

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Thank you. I've been a highly anxious person my whole life and it's been so much more the past few months. Primary put me on wellbutrin Feb and added buspar in May

Next week I see my asthma doc, I'll have a ton of questions for her. Like, my chest is burning this afternoon, was it from riding my bike in the highest heat of the day or from the panic attack that led to the midday bike ride. And, what does she want me to do if anything. I'm assuming that she'll refer me to a pulmonary doc for the new emphysema in my ct scan.

Is sure do hope lung docs are very patient and answer every single question.

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Hi, @A MyCOPDTeam Member -

I guess I’m just a different kind of emotional person? I *literally* cannot sustain anger or anxiety, and end up exhausting myself from my own emotions to the point I get mad at myself for being angry or anxious, and end more frustrated with my failing body than anything else.

Does that make any sense to you?

Perfect example, a couple of years back. I got *very* ill with a cold in February 2021, at the height of the early days of the pandemic. Sleeping sitting up. Struggling to breathe. Every bone in my body hurt as I was shuffling back and forth from the bedroom to the kitchen, trying to stay away from my Houseguest. Didn’t care if I lived or died, I was so worn out. Prayed for relief and that my end would finally come.

Ten (10) days later, it was clear I was coming out of the woods and I was frustrated that I’d survived, again, only to still be trapped in this aggravating body. Time went by and I was as good as I was going to get, with my life back to normal.

Bored with sleeping all the time.
Bored with resting when I wasn’t sleeping.
Finally, I had regained my health enough to start pushing the boundaries to live.

Being anxious is just no way for me to live. My version of COPD is now in its 62nd year as mine results from a birth defect that was first (attempted) to be repaired when I was six (6) months old. There is nothing I dislike more than being trapped in this body, and flares or anxiety about flares just make me crazy and cranky.

Maybe a reaction like that might help you to fight your anxiety?

Good luck. Monday night, 29-MAY-23

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