I adored singing all my life. I sang my brothers and sisters to sleep every night with Kriss Kristofferson songs, and was often asked by my mom to sing. I sang constantly on car rides too. I was in church choir and took guitar. I had a boyfriend who played guitar and we would sing together at variety concerts, around campfires with others, etc. I adored it and was told I was a good singer. After I became ill I tried taking singing lessons to better myself voice and learn to read music. It was then I found the extent of the drain it took on me. I couldn’t continue as it would leave me bedridden for days, exhausted and with severe air hunger and painful costochondritis Costochondritis
Now, on good days, I sing to myself as I sweep a bit or sing in the shower or car. My voice is terrible, a rusty croak, my current boyfriend puts up with it though, which is nice. I tried doing two YouTube videos awhile back of my singing “Non, Je ne regrette rien” and “The Night the Lights went out in Georgia I redid them over and over for 3 days or so, unsatisfied, and ended up bedridden and starving for oxygen for weeks. My rib cage and chest wall were severely inflamed and I was in terrible pain So, yep, definitely something I miss. What do you miss most in your restrictions due to your illness??
Air hunger is a phrase used to describe an ongoing sensation of not being able to get enough air to breathe comfortably. A person suffering from air hunger may feel the persistent need to take deep breaths or yawn in an attempt to get more oxygen into the lungs. Some feel as though they have “forgotten” how to breathe correctly, can’t breathe deeply enough, and may be frightened at the prospect of not being able to breathe.
The seeming lack of oxygen can also trigger dizziness, hyperventilation, and the fear of suffering a heart attack. -Leigh Peterson