I had been enduring my breathlessness issue ever since my body weight had dropped considerably and it coincided with the shrinkage of my backbone gradually over a period of some years and it exponentially just shrunk like that until it feels like I am being squeezed as I walk or do things.
The first initial breathlessness issue was the time that I was coughing because of my lungs that are drenched with fluids. Fortunately the nurse that is treating me at that time is easy to talk to so I had made him to drop my dry weight into a comfortable level that is enough to make me stop coughing.
It worked and my cough had stopped but prior to that I took some antibiotics believing that my cough was caused by an infection. But it wasn't an infection but just fluids in my lungs in which dialysis is only the way to treat it because dialysis machine takes out water as well as cleaning the blood.
Then as time goes by and I had a series of low blood pressure bouts which made my nurses stepped-up my dry weight unbeknownst to me. That is why every time I go for my treatment I felt more breathless everytime until today where I was left only with a little allowance until I feel problems in my breathing.
The problem is that the nurses now are really not very learned about treating their patients judging by the fact that most patients in my dialysis center are like, bloated with unusually big bellies, could not walk, and are weak. Most die prematurely because the nurses are really callous and lacking in full understanding about how the patients feels.
So now I am deeply worried as they step up and up my dry weight and not adjusting it down I will eventually drown in my own fluids. It is okay for me to die but not in that way so I pray to God to deliver me from such difficult situation where I could see myself gasping for air where just a simple dialysis could save me.
I really do not like breathlessness, it affects my work, my sleep, my well-being, my life.