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Dec. 5th, 2017 09:51 amI managed one thing on my to do list yesterday-- I emailed my primary care doctor. That only happened, however, because Cordelia got me laughing really hard which resulted in me feeling like I was just about to start an asthma attack. That feeling last for nearly an hour. It was a mostly controllable urge to cough that, if I let it start, turned wracking and left me breathless.
The last two or three months, I've had that feeling occasionally, but I had it yesterday twice (the first time was when I was planning to go out which has to be an anxiety triggered thing which is completely new for my asthma. Going out didn't happen because cold air is a major trigger that I thought would be unwise when I was already feeling it).
The occasionally part was worrying enough after years of not needing anything but Singulair. I can't use albuterol without physical symptoms that kind of start heading for panic attack territory (serious tremors, racing heart, inability to get my mind to stop running in circles). It's worthwhile if the other option is not breathing but not worthwhile for anything less. I'd just rather not be trying to make that judgment call. Ever. I don't think I've used a rescue inhaler since my last Alupent inhaler expired (I might still have that in my purse. There might still be something in the canister. It might not be so old as to have decayed into a different substance).
I'm not actually having trouble breathing. This is more like spotting the first sign that I'm coming down with a cold. I can tell that, if matters go on and get worse, I will have trouble. Better to talk to my doctor now. I strongly suspect that this is the result of a medication change that was intended to make (and has made) using the c-PAP easier. By easier, I mean possible for three days in a row without my sinuses freaking out (turning up the humidity made it worse; turning down the humidity made it worse). That hasn't happened even once since I've been using Flonase every night, but...
And there's a good chance that the Flonase is a factor in the cold/sinus thing I've got right now which, in turn, is likely a factor in the asthma-ish feelings. I haven't had asthmatic bronchitis in twelve years. I absolutely do not want it ever again.
I'm editing my Sky High fics this morning. After I do that, I'm going to work on the story (possibly stories) that needs to go between the two I'm editing. This particular beta process has given me more evidence that my story process really does benefit by babbling, either out loud or in text, at someone about what I think is going on. I always find things that I already knew but hadn't consciously realized were necessary underpinnings.
Today, in addition to the daily chores and what I should have done yesterday, I need to take out the trash and recycling, get Cordelia's laundry at least as far as the dryer, and take Cordelia to the mandatory meeting for her online PE class. Anything involving going outside is going to be extra fraught because of the cold air. I was feeling not quite right, breathing-wise, when I got out of the shower a bit over an hour ago, and I still feel that way. That probably ups the odds that the current increase in number of asthma-ish incidents is influenced by the cold/sinus thing I'm getting over, but it doesn't make cold air a good idea for my lungs.
Scott's working twelve hours today, 3 a.m. to 3 p.m. (or slightly later). He will be home in time to take us to the meeting, but it will make things like dinner logistically more awkward. The current plan is for me and Cordelia to go to the library (which we didn't Sunday and really need to), get dinner, and be at the meeting which is at Community High School when it starts at 5:30. I absolutely have to eat before if I'm going to eat at all. I'm just doubting, right now, that I can walk from the library to Community, and the timing on the bus from downtown is awkward.
I have no idea at all what to do about the bank trip. I tried to talk Cordelia into taking the bus from Skyline to downtown and meeting me at the library, but she says that bus is too crowded and that it would mean not getting time to do her homework. I might have argued, but at this point, going downtown early in order to deal with the bank isn't happening.
I'm going to take an Ativan to see if that eases the breathing thing.
The last two or three months, I've had that feeling occasionally, but I had it yesterday twice (the first time was when I was planning to go out which has to be an anxiety triggered thing which is completely new for my asthma. Going out didn't happen because cold air is a major trigger that I thought would be unwise when I was already feeling it).
The occasionally part was worrying enough after years of not needing anything but Singulair. I can't use albuterol without physical symptoms that kind of start heading for panic attack territory (serious tremors, racing heart, inability to get my mind to stop running in circles). It's worthwhile if the other option is not breathing but not worthwhile for anything less. I'd just rather not be trying to make that judgment call. Ever. I don't think I've used a rescue inhaler since my last Alupent inhaler expired (I might still have that in my purse. There might still be something in the canister. It might not be so old as to have decayed into a different substance).
I'm not actually having trouble breathing. This is more like spotting the first sign that I'm coming down with a cold. I can tell that, if matters go on and get worse, I will have trouble. Better to talk to my doctor now. I strongly suspect that this is the result of a medication change that was intended to make (and has made) using the c-PAP easier. By easier, I mean possible for three days in a row without my sinuses freaking out (turning up the humidity made it worse; turning down the humidity made it worse). That hasn't happened even once since I've been using Flonase every night, but...
And there's a good chance that the Flonase is a factor in the cold/sinus thing I've got right now which, in turn, is likely a factor in the asthma-ish feelings. I haven't had asthmatic bronchitis in twelve years. I absolutely do not want it ever again.
I'm editing my Sky High fics this morning. After I do that, I'm going to work on the story (possibly stories) that needs to go between the two I'm editing. This particular beta process has given me more evidence that my story process really does benefit by babbling, either out loud or in text, at someone about what I think is going on. I always find things that I already knew but hadn't consciously realized were necessary underpinnings.
Today, in addition to the daily chores and what I should have done yesterday, I need to take out the trash and recycling, get Cordelia's laundry at least as far as the dryer, and take Cordelia to the mandatory meeting for her online PE class. Anything involving going outside is going to be extra fraught because of the cold air. I was feeling not quite right, breathing-wise, when I got out of the shower a bit over an hour ago, and I still feel that way. That probably ups the odds that the current increase in number of asthma-ish incidents is influenced by the cold/sinus thing I'm getting over, but it doesn't make cold air a good idea for my lungs.
Scott's working twelve hours today, 3 a.m. to 3 p.m. (or slightly later). He will be home in time to take us to the meeting, but it will make things like dinner logistically more awkward. The current plan is for me and Cordelia to go to the library (which we didn't Sunday and really need to), get dinner, and be at the meeting which is at Community High School when it starts at 5:30. I absolutely have to eat before if I'm going to eat at all. I'm just doubting, right now, that I can walk from the library to Community, and the timing on the bus from downtown is awkward.
I have no idea at all what to do about the bank trip. I tried to talk Cordelia into taking the bus from Skyline to downtown and meeting me at the library, but she says that bus is too crowded and that it would mean not getting time to do her homework. I might have argued, but at this point, going downtown early in order to deal with the bank isn't happening.
I'm going to take an Ativan to see if that eases the breathing thing.
