PH is very different. The chances are you've only heard of it because you are, or know someone, suffering from it. For the media it is not something they can really get a story out of or get too worked up about. There are so few people who would be interested in the subject that really there is little point. However there is a point and a very big one. If diagnosed early you have a much, much better chance of living a relatively normal life for years to come. In that time new drugs will be developed and one day, hopefully, a cure.
So if you, or someone close to you, have suddenly developed asthma which is only getting worse and not responding to treatment see your doctor and mention the possibility. Only an expert can diagnose properly so don't get fobbed off, insist on a referral, it might just save your life. It took ten years for me to finally be diagnosed, and then it was by chance. By then the damage was done. Early diagnoses is the single most important weapon in the fight against PH. For more information on the symptoms and treatment of PH visit
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Yesterday I more or less succeeded in having a really lazy day.
The only real fly in the ointment was that I've chosen Sunday for my weekly drug prep. I've chosen Sunday as it is the one day in the week that we never go out in the evening. We deliberately keep it free so I can get myself together and have an early night before work on Monday.
Today I'm venturing out into the garden for the first time this year, other than my quick walk around, to enjoy a relaxing sit and think. No doubt at some point the air will be invaded by the stink of barbecues but until then I'm going to enjoy the scent of next door's lilac bush and my honeysuckle. Peter is busy getting things ready and has warned that it is still a bit nippy out there at the moment so I'll wait until after lunch before attempting any outdoor reading. So this morning it is mundane tasks like ironing my uniform ready for tomorrow and putting flea treatment on Smirnoff, yes it is that time of year again. At least I haven't had any little presents dropped at my feet but as he is sixteen this week maybe hunting is a bit beyond him now.
Better get on, next blog Friday.