I Aten't Ded...
Sep. 13th, 2007 06:20 pm...tho' it felt a little touch-and-go for a while there, last evening.
Well, no, I exaggerate: but for a couple of hours it was very much shall-I-go-to-hospital? Point being, there's a hospital two minutes' walk from here, with both a walk-in treatment centre and an A&E; they're going to close it to build a giant Tesco's, but at the moment it's still working, so it seems a shame to waste it while it's there. And there's this thing that happens with my asthma these days, where I wheeze and wheeze and take my meds and wheeze and wheeze and it's like the meds can't touch it, and there are two things I can do: I can panic, and go to the hospital and get serious steroids and stuff; or I can sit it out, and it usually goes away. No, it always goes away. So far. Eventually.
The first is easier one way (meds! fuss! y'know, all of that being-taken-care-of stuff), and the second is easier in other ways (staying home, not making a fuss, not spending hours or overnight in hospital). Thus far, I guess I've always picked the right one. As I did last night. I was on the inhaler every ten minutes for an hour, hour and a half, something like that; and cautiously, fractionally, it went away.
Today I am fragile and exhausted, but no worse than that. And working, kinda (better than yesterday!), though I think I might quit about now. I think I'vehad done enough.
Tomorrow, Birmingham. Sunday, Oxford and Henley. Home on Tuesday. I can has days off nao?
Well, no, I exaggerate: but for a couple of hours it was very much shall-I-go-to-hospital? Point being, there's a hospital two minutes' walk from here, with both a walk-in treatment centre and an A&E; they're going to close it to build a giant Tesco's, but at the moment it's still working, so it seems a shame to waste it while it's there. And there's this thing that happens with my asthma these days, where I wheeze and wheeze and take my meds and wheeze and wheeze and it's like the meds can't touch it, and there are two things I can do: I can panic, and go to the hospital and get serious steroids and stuff; or I can sit it out, and it usually goes away. No, it always goes away. So far. Eventually.
The first is easier one way (meds! fuss! y'know, all of that being-taken-care-of stuff), and the second is easier in other ways (staying home, not making a fuss, not spending hours or overnight in hospital). Thus far, I guess I've always picked the right one. As I did last night. I was on the inhaler every ten minutes for an hour, hour and a half, something like that; and cautiously, fractionally, it went away.
Today I am fragile and exhausted, but no worse than that. And working, kinda (better than yesterday!), though I think I might quit about now. I think I've
Tomorrow, Birmingham. Sunday, Oxford and Henley. Home on Tuesday. I can has days off nao?
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Date: 2007-09-13 06:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-13 08:20 pm (UTC)Hope you continue to feel better. But never be afraid to take the being-taken-care-of/meds route... if necessary. :)
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Date: 2007-09-13 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-13 09:52 pm (UTC)I saw "River of Dreams" on the shelf at a bookstore in a mall in downtown San Francisco today. They stock very little SF/Fantasy. You made the cut!
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-13 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-14 01:58 am (UTC)(not that you aren't).
My spouse had/has asthma, and I've sat through times like this, so, egads.
In our case, his asthma pretty much totally went away (or into hibernation) when we moved to Hawaii.
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Date: 2007-09-14 08:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-14 09:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-15 03:06 pm (UTC)