Almost in the ER....again.

Yesterday was not good. I had been on my inhaler the previous day and I remember taking it before bed and at around 2:30 in the morning. While managing the house and cleaning the girls room in the morning, I kept feeling tightness in my chest and finally decided I should make that appointment to my allergy/asthma doctor that I hadn't seen in over two years. Well wouldn't you know, as soon as I made that appointment for the following day, I went into a full blown asthma attack. Like, a scary one. I was fumbling around the house trying to find my inhaler while standing still every few minutes, with my hands on my knees, trying desperately to suck in air. I...could...not...breathe!!! I couldn't muster the energy to keep looking for my inhaler and was starting to panic. I had a house full of kids, I wasn't in any condition to drive, and I honestly didn't know what to do. I do not like emergency rooms, because they empty your wallet and I knew I just needed something to open  up my airways. If I couldn just find that dang inhaler! I finally called Miguel in desperation, and I started to cry, which really made it worse. I couldn't even talk.

He ended up calling a neighbor to come over and check on me, as well as his parents. They kept telling to sit down and rest and that I needed to go to the ER. I took some Benadryll hoping that would help, but to no luck and eventually I conceeded to going to the Instacare first to see if  they could help. Luckily, because my throat wasn't shutting down, they could treat me and gave me a breathing treatment, which felt like they gave me my life back, and put me on some steroids for a week. I'm about to go to the previously mentioned appointment to see if we can get this under control.

I haven't been scared about my breathing in a long time, and I hope it doesn't happen again any time soon. So grateful for the good people who came to my rescue yesterday.

The Blessing of Your Health

Today I'm a little down. I just hasn't been a good one for me. Primarily because of the way I'm feeling. It all started about 12:30 last night when I woke up and realized I couldn't breath. I got up hoping to find my inhaler next to my bedside, but soon realized it wasn't there. I started fumbling around my room, and then made my way to the kitchen, the medicine cabinet, the bathroom, my purse, back to my bedroom, under the bed, and all the while feeling more anxious than ever, that I NEEDED THAT MEDICINE! I was starting to panic as I was gasping for air. Finally on a whim I started searching underneath the piles of clothes in my room and finally found it.  I guess I should keep my room a little cleaner from now on, so stuff doesn't get hidden under other stuff.
Once I took the medicine, I went back to bed and when I woke up in the morning, I could tell I was still symptomatic. And the day has pretty much been the same. How is that only a few weeks ago, I was healthy enough to compete in a triathalon, and now I can't walk up the stairs without gasping for air. It's frustrating, it's defeating. My allergies are what triggers it and it is apparent that fall is just as bad a spring for me. I also think I could be coming down with a cold and that could be triggering it as well.  It just really makes me grateful for my health when I have it. I don't want to be on inhalers and medication my whole life. But it seems, I just can't do without them right now. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm actually looking forward to winter, so that everything that grows is buried under a foot of snow. Maybe then I'll find some relief.