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Jul. 28th, 2009 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseSo, the ER verdict is Asthma without Status Asthmaticus, which is a complicated way of saying problems breathing that responds to treatment.
I got kinda out of breath walking down to get lunch and back, and couldn't get my breath back, even in the air conditioning. And when I called my mom (she was with someone, and I said, "oh, it's okay, I'll call back later, I just can't breathe." She said that was not the way to do things again.), and she told me to go to the emergency room. So, I did. Of course, I felt 95% better by the time I got there, but, as my mother pointed out, better to deal with it then than to end up having a really bad attack at some other time.
And they didn't say you're a loser, what are you doing wasting our time. They checked breathing sounds and all that, which of course were basically back to normal. And they made me do one of those breathing test things which I FAIL big time. Which you would think means something except they usually just look disappointed in me. They then gave me albuterol.
Understatement of the day: "This may make you a little anxious."
OMG. It was more than a little anxious. It was like, mostly crazy. OMG.
But then it wore off, thankfully, and it did help the breathing. So I have an inhaler for rescue breathing, and my mother defined what that means while I was talking with her, and an appointment next week.
I got kinda out of breath walking down to get lunch and back, and couldn't get my breath back, even in the air conditioning. And when I called my mom (she was with someone, and I said, "oh, it's okay, I'll call back later, I just can't breathe." She said that was not the way to do things again.), and she told me to go to the emergency room. So, I did. Of course, I felt 95% better by the time I got there, but, as my mother pointed out, better to deal with it then than to end up having a really bad attack at some other time.
And they didn't say you're a loser, what are you doing wasting our time. They checked breathing sounds and all that, which of course were basically back to normal. And they made me do one of those breathing test things which I FAIL big time. Which you would think means something except they usually just look disappointed in me. They then gave me albuterol.
Understatement of the day: "This may make you a little anxious."
OMG. It was more than a little anxious. It was like, mostly crazy. OMG.
But then it wore off, thankfully, and it did help the breathing. So I have an inhaler for rescue breathing, and my mother defined what that means while I was talking with her, and an appointment next week.
