Where am I? What happens with me? I don´t know what´s going on I am here for a reason for to be sick I am always sick... The question is:  what is my disease? I don´t know I have visited many doctors and the test result are normals.... It is strange... It is my Hell!! being sick every day and throughout the day

I hope to be cured one day This dream gives me strength for carry on fighting.. That´s my only hope... I have to think like a scientific I am a scientist... A possibility is my diet.. for this reason, I am experimenting with myself, one-week without gluten.. I can be allergic to gluten, It´s already six weeks gluten-free. Zero wheat, zero barley.\\

The next week I am going to the pulmonologist, for me, it´s necessary a test-spirometry to know the health of the lungs.\\

what is my worry? I believe that All my life I have been worried, It´s that true, maybe that´s my disease... but I don´t understand the reason I am short of breath, for the whole day, it´s terrible this sensation. I´m only sure about one thought... I will improve, I have to think like this.