Im now caught up in a worrisome relapse of whatever it was that took me down a few weeks ago and required prednisone, powerful antibiotics, nebulizer treatments 3x a day, liquids and REST haha. I think when I was finally done with all that I had 5 days , at best, of feeling good again..... and then the cough started. Now its coughing and lack of oxygen. Four 4 hours last night - at work- I wanted to flatten the tires of every person who drove past the ticket dispenser , making me get out of the chair, go outside, get them a ticket and explain when and where to pay! Im tired of this respiratory nightmare and Im getting scared now about these old lungs of mine. Next they want me to have a CAT scan to look closer at some scarring on my lungs No. I dont smoke. anything. Had my last puff of pot in 1969 and my last cigarette in 1974 and have not had allergies or asthma my entire life - until a few years ago when the doctor saw signs of both ...and I didnt even believe it then!. Im scared about this. Not because Im afraid to be hospitalized...or die. But because I dont have any plan in place for my animals should either of those things happen to me. The thought of my animals being further traumatized (at least when Sean died, they still had me) breaks my heart, makes me anxious and leaves me very fearful of our future. I didnt intend to write all that but that is this mornings status... Ive had very little sleep and Im looking forward to the stormy weather.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 09:59:16 +0000
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