On the floor of the big top right next to the overwhelming sense of impending doom
As of this afternoon with the pulmonologist, it looks like I have asthma, common or garden, either inherited or triggered by three months of lung infection with allergies involved somehow. It may resolve, it may be lifelong, I will have no idea until it has been treated for some time. Honestly, I had been so worried about yet another unidentifiable illness or further permanent damage that being handed a heavy-duty inhaler and instructions to report back in three weeks comes as a relief. Asthma is not thrilling, but it is at least well understood. Also the results of my pulmonary function test—while diagnostic—were just as hilarious as I expected, i.e., it says on paper that my lung capacity is 114%.
I returned home to discover that
selkie had sent me one of the four remaining novels by Theodore Sturgeon I have not yet read: the novelization of Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1961). I have no idea whether it is any good and I look forward to finding out. It was meaningless to me at the time, but I will always regret not impulse-buying I, Libertine (1956) from the pulp racks of Upper Story Books that one time in college I saw it.
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moon_custafer: the jiu-jitsu lesson from Stand-In (1937). In the interests of pedantry, Leslie Howard is not actually playing the himbo of the century but an enormous nerd with the people skills of a rock, but in this situation it comes to the same thing.
spatch captured this most elusive expression of Autolycus' in the wild: the blerp.

I returned home to discover that
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This is a really important point--they calibrate against average adult white AMAB, which does not bar the possibility that some AFAB folks may've had more capacity pre-illness and thus have suffered significant diminishment.
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We have no idea of my healthy baseline: for all the various parts of me that periodically try to fall apart, my lungs have heretofore been stable enough that this was my first test of this kind. I hope to be able to establish one in future, not because I hope it will ever be relevant again, but because I want to know.
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You sing, which I imagine would put your lung capacity over the average to begin with.
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Thank you!
You sing, which I imagine would put your lung capacity over the average to begin with.
Yes; it's visible in my ribcage development. It's one of the points I've been leaning on with doctors since this started. I know how my volume is supposed to work. If I can't hold my breath for two minutes, something is wrong.
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Andrew has had versions of that in the past with focus or reading speed; he always used to describe it as “imagine you’re Superman, and one day your heat-vision stops working.”