So, I was in the ER last night because I had excessive chest pain and tightness, insane fatigue and weakness, headache, and difficulty taking a satisfying breath. I had a nasty bronchitis last week–knocking my ass flat on the couch for 6 days, marinating in antibiotics and prednisone–and after two days of feeling a little better, I felt worse. My memories of yesterday and the day before are hazy, like I was underwater. I was just so,so tired, no matter how much I rested.
The ER doc said I had “quite a bit of wheezing” and that was likely why I had so much chest pain. He then gave me 60mg of prednisone, 800mg of ibuprofen, had me take three (!!!) breathing treatments (which had me shaking so much I could hardly hold my phone), blow in a peak flow meter a few times, then took x-rays to ensure pneumonia hadn’t kicked in. It hadn’t.
I never had asthma until I had pneumonia in 1994. It left me with sensitive airways triggered by exercise, heat, and pollution, but I never really accepted I was AN ASTHMATIC. I only needed my inhaler 3-4x a year, ferheavensake.
Then, while pregnant with my second, I got what the OB believes was H1N1. “Oh no, here go hell come.” (Please tell me there are enough The Soup viewers out there to get that.) It nuked me, and my airways. My baby boy was fine, and I was eventually, but I’m STILL being seen by a pulmonologist for this. He put me on Advair twice a day, and checks up on me every six months. And I swear, I’ll go 5.5 months without an “event” (as he calls it), then BAM! From health to bronchitis in 12 hours.
But, whenever I’m asked if I have asthma, I balk. When a nurse last night said, “Oh, you have asthma, you’ve had to do this before,” I cringe–no, not me! Never had to. I’m FINE! All good. Or when another asks, " Ah, you’re an asthmatic?" I stammer and stutter before squeaking out, “Yeah, well, yes, I mean not really, oh, I guess so.”
Despite coming home at midnight and waking up for work at 5am, I’m more rested and clear-headed today than yesterday, or really, in several days. Okay, FINE, the breathing treatments made a big difference.
So, oh FINE then. :mad:
My name is Ruffian, and I’m an asthmatic.