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She's being good, really!
Monday, May 12th, 2008 11:13 pmOkay, Alex, you can stop fussing at me.
I went to the doctor today. And I was checked out, poked, prodded, listened to, had to breathe into this doohickey that made me feel like my lungs were turning themselves inside out, and little stars appear in front of my eyes.
The good news is, my lungs are clear.
*and the people were glad*
You know, the sad thing is, I don't have typical asthma. I don't wheeze. I cough. And I have a higher than normal peak flow meter reading for a woman my age (it's consistently 450, when it should be 300, for those who know about such things). AND I've had vocal training AND I was a competitive swimmer. So... I know how to breathe deeply and effectively, and how to empty my lungs.
This makes assessing me when my asthma is flaring up very difficult for doctors. Because I can breathe deeply, and empty my lungs. However, the doc looked at me and said, "I can tell you aren't doing too well, in spite of how good these tests look, because your lips are pale, your nailbeds are pale and slightly bluish, and you just don't look happy."
Believe me, I wasn't. So, I've had a steroid shot to help deal with the particulates that are making me miserable (they are still working on the roads here, and the winter/spring wheat is being harvested), and I go back on Wednesday to see if I've improved, and to decide if I need to go on a stronger maintenance medication than Singulair.
This while we wait for an appointment with a dermatologist for the Impertinent One, because she's got a mole on one arm that is two different colors, is itching, and has changed shape. *sigh* If it's not one thing, it's another!
I'm going to bed. Maybe when I wake up in the morning, I'll find this was all a dream!
Nah... didn't think so. Oh well, I tried!
I went to the doctor today. And I was checked out, poked, prodded, listened to, had to breathe into this doohickey that made me feel like my lungs were turning themselves inside out, and little stars appear in front of my eyes.
The good news is, my lungs are clear.
*and the people were glad*
You know, the sad thing is, I don't have typical asthma. I don't wheeze. I cough. And I have a higher than normal peak flow meter reading for a woman my age (it's consistently 450, when it should be 300, for those who know about such things). AND I've had vocal training AND I was a competitive swimmer. So... I know how to breathe deeply and effectively, and how to empty my lungs.
This makes assessing me when my asthma is flaring up very difficult for doctors. Because I can breathe deeply, and empty my lungs. However, the doc looked at me and said, "I can tell you aren't doing too well, in spite of how good these tests look, because your lips are pale, your nailbeds are pale and slightly bluish, and you just don't look happy."
Believe me, I wasn't. So, I've had a steroid shot to help deal with the particulates that are making me miserable (they are still working on the roads here, and the winter/spring wheat is being harvested), and I go back on Wednesday to see if I've improved, and to decide if I need to go on a stronger maintenance medication than Singulair.
This while we wait for an appointment with a dermatologist for the Impertinent One, because she's got a mole on one arm that is two different colors, is itching, and has changed shape. *sigh* If it's not one thing, it's another!
I'm going to bed. Maybe when I wake up in the morning, I'll find this was all a dream!
Nah... didn't think so. Oh well, I tried!
