Hi everyone, hope everything is going well in your lives!
I have been hit with a flare-up again. It seems that my activates on Saturday did me in. It is the only thing that I think of. Maybe I inhaled just enough smoke while outdoors or maybe it was over-doing-it on the physical side. I did wear a mask in hopes that it would prevent a flare-up, but it looks like I had one anyway.
I first started feeling signs of a coming flare Sunday afternoon. I had the normal fatigue, cough, and a few bouts of shortness of breath (SOB). Sometimes it is short lived and other times it is a sign of things to come. By Monday, I was hit hard. I even had my second experience with air trapping (If not, it sure fit the symptoms anyway). That scared the bajibers out of me, I couldn’t talk and I found it hard to relax. Thankfully, I kept myself fairly calm and started to cram Ventolin puffs down my lungs. I couldn’t hold my breath intentionally but after four hits it finally went away. Yeah, one would think that was call the doctor time for me, but I am a stubborn type of individual and didn’t, stupid mistake. Anyway, to keep that from happening again I kept myself at my desk and stayed that way as much as possible. After work I was starting to feel a little better but I did take it easy.
Tuesday, I woke up feeling pretty good. Everything seemed fine again until I made it to work and SOB hit me pretty hard whenever stood up and walked around. There is stairs in my office; IT personnel are cellar dwellers here. Every time I climbed the stairs to get to the first floor I would labor to breathe and get lightheaded, not good.
Grrrr…I really did not want to see the doctor. I decided to post an update on Facebook about my hesitation on going to the doctor, but was shot down by my wonderful friends who told me to get off my rear and be seen. So, I called my doctor, on vacation, and talked to the nurse instead. She told me to head over to my primary doctor or urgent care. I was not going to get into the PD this late in the day, so I opted for urgent care.
I made it to urgent care breathing like crazy. The nurse asking questions was listening to my lungs and had to ask me to slow down. I was really going at it. She decided that I needed a neb because of my out of control breathing. Heck, I had a puff of Ventolin while in the waiting room and I am afraid I needed more. Something was up with the neb, at first I thought it was just a slow one, but I am not sure what they gave me. It was not as misty as any Albuterol treatment I have ever had. The nurse talked about two kinds of nebs they could give me, something about a double (Albuterol mixed with something that starts with an “X”) and just strait Albuterol. I am wondering if they ended up giving the double mixture. What ever it was, it sure made a difference.
Doctor came in and listened to my lungs, asked me some questions and prescribed me five days of prednisone (plus, some Albuterol nebs, because mine are out of date now). Yikes, a five day burst with no taper.
Today, I woke up feeling poorly but seem to be doing fairly well now as long is I don’t do much. I am in good spirits. A little while ago I came too grips with my illness so this is just part of it.
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-… That’s all, folks…