and now hubby has joined in my pain.
Friday at work, I was having some difficulty getting air in and out of my lungs. It's hard to explain the feelings, but if you've had asthma you know what I mean. I was at work and my chest was getting tighter and tighter, and I was wheezing and beginning to panic. Panic doesn't help ... in fact it makes it worse. So I did what any 47 year old adult does and I called mommy.
She didn't even recognize my voice. After she figured out who was calling, I listened to her tell me about her chemo issues for about the first 10 minutes of the conversation but it didn't matter - I just wanted to hear her voice. There is no greater comfort than a mom.
We reviewed my options and decided that I would need to go to an ER or clinic for a bronchodilator. Hubby and I skipped the car show and went home and I ended up finding some nebulizer treatments from the last time I was sick (2 yrs ago). OK, the meds were expired but I figured at most they'd be weaker but they should help. It was just what I needed. It opened up my lungs, made me able to breathe easier, and able to have a productive cough.
I wish I could find a doctor that actually has appointments available when I'm sick. I'm so tired of calling the office and being told that the first appointment is several days away - then you get there and the doctor barely spends time with you. My doctor died in a car accident in 2005 - he was a great diagnostician, took time to listen to your history and complaints, and was conservative in his treatments plus was well loved by the community. I have not been able to replace him. I keep looking but it's hard to find a doctor with all these characteristics.
I took today off work and I think I'm finally starting to feel a little better. I'll be happy when things get back to normal