Yesterday, I intended to have a faculty photo I.D. taken, at the university where I’m currently teaching Abnormal Psychology. This form of identication is also used as a key, to gain access to the storage room for materials necessary for teaching.

Since my students will be taking their first examination of the semester next week, I really need to have my photo I.D. processed as soon as possible. Given that it’s a rather sprawling campus, I looked up the exact location where they process photo I.D.’s. I found out that it’s in Blake Hall. I located the building on an online campus map. I noticed that it would be a fair distance from where I always park when I teach my class, twice each week.

Given my worsening subglottic stenosis, this has an enormous impact. Every single step makes a difference at this point. I checked the hours for this building, too.

Since I had too many errands to complete before teaching my afternoon class, I decided to go to this building after my afternoon class. So, I taught my class, and headed over to Blake Hall. It proved to be very challenging to find! I needed to ask several students how to find the building, given that portions of the campus are currently under construction.

Thankfully, I was primarily walking downhill at this point. (The campus where I teach has a very hilly layout). I walked rather slowly, and paced myself. Nevertheless, I found myself getting increasingly short of breath.

Finally, I found the building where I needed to go. To my dismay, the campus auxiliary service’s office was actually closed! I knew that this meant I’d need to make yet another trip to take care of this task.

Most frustrating, my return trip to my car would be all uphill. Despite walking slowly, pacing myself, and stopping to to take rest breaks, I found myself truly gasping for air by the time I reached the upper campus. I stopped to rest on a nearby bench, before making the final stretch to my vehicle.

Such a simple task has become truly monumental to complete, I found myself thinking. The very same woman who used to run several miles per day was now struggling to simply walk, even at a very slow pace. Nevertheless, no one can see what is wrong with me just by looking at my outward appearance.

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