So I haven't wrote in a couple of days. On Thursday I was having a little breathing trouble during the day, coughing, and short of breath. But it wasn't that bad until nighttime. I was having more trouble, but I was tired so I went to lie down in bed around 10. I couldn't fall asleep because I could not breathe. I called Dave in the room and asked him to hook up my breathing machine for me. I took 2 doses of albuterol via the machine, but it still wasn't working.
I started to panic as I usually do, when this happens. Not being able to breathe is the worst. Finally, after sitting on the couch trying my hardest to calm down and catch my breath, I couldn't take it anymore and asked Dave to call the ambulance. The ambulance because I have insurance, and when you can't breathe waiting in the hospital seems like eternity. About 3 minutes later they arrived, like 5 of them. I love paramedics. A bunch of handsome men in uniform rushing to your side, taking the best care of you. They started a breathing treatment on me, then put me in the bed and wheeled me to the ambulance.
There they started my IV and I couldn't even talk I was in such bad condition. They kept asking me questions, but I couldn't answer them. When I got to the hospital, they pumped magnesium through my IV, followed by like 5 more breathing treatments, and a chest X-ray.
Then lots of pain meds for my chest pain and severe headache due to the strain of breathing and the coughing. Now this may sound weird, but I love the hospital. There's just something about the nurses and friendly doctors, running to your every request, and the genuine care. Like "hunny let me get you a warm blanket." " how you feeling dear? What can I get you?" I love it. I don't like feeling sick, but I love watching the action, and feeling so cared for. It's very comforting when your not feeling well. It's like you know you are going to be leaving feeling a hundred times better.
The pain meds plus it being almost 4 in the morning, and watching tv, put me to sleep, and then the doctor came in with some prescriptions, and released me. I felt so much better. Dave had to wake up sleeping Kayla and they came to get me. The thing is, I've had so much trouble with this asthma and I don't get it. I've been to the hospital several times, I've even had to stay for 2 nights there before. I take advair, which is a preventative, plus an inhaler aas needed. I just think Az Is so dusty, and the air quality is so bad, and I' m just so sensitive to it. But anyway, I'm better now, and the drama is over for the time being.
Now it is Saturday and Dave's at school, and I'm home. Kayla slept over one of her girlfriends houses last night, and I picked them both up and took them to the lake, and then the park. Now they are playing here. It is super chilly and windy for this time of year, especially since it's been so sunny lately. I kind of like it. I think for Valentine's weekend Dave's taking us to Christopher Creek, some cabins outside of Payson. Can't wait to get out into nature, and get away from city life, if only for the weekend. Plus Kayla's birthday's coming up, and I'm trying to plan her slumber party i'm hosting. Should be fun. Hope everyone's doing well and having a good weekend.