Obviously, I want to find out what’s wrong with my breathing, and get it fixed. So last Friday I had a CT (cat) Scan, to get a really detailed look at my lungs. The sort of detailed look that’s required to rule out what are actually pretty scary things. In my case, Interstitial Lung Disease. Don’t bother to look it up; you don’t want to know much more than what I’m going to tell you hear. It means your lungs are developing scar tissue, scar tissue that is replacing the lung tissue that delivers oxygen from the air into your body. It’s a continuing thing (just keeps building up scars, until there’s not enough healthy lung tissue left to keep you going) and irreversible. There are therapies to slow the process and make it manageable.

So the bad news is that we still don’t know exactly what’s going on. The good news, the REALLY good news, is that it doesn’t look likely it’s something nasty. I should, as always, be more appreciative for the pretty darned good health I have. The fact that I’ve lost a couple minutes up Kings, in the grand scheme of things, is less important than the fact that I can still ride 120 miles and enjoy myself doing it.