It’s official. After thirty years (almost – in a couple of weeks), I’ve been diagnosed with Asthama. I went into my doctor yesterday for a follow-up because I ended up in the ER last weekend, not being able to breath, and having intense coughing spells which would leave me light headed and then suffering all night with persistent seal cough. The doctor confirmed that I didn’t have pneumust onia but that I definitely had asthma – she could hear the wheezing really clearly and my peak flow was only 50% of what it should be (not good). So she put me on an oral steroid (better go to the gym huh – and they’re not performance enhancing either a la A-Rod), and Advair, the purple disk. It sucks that I’m going to have to be dealing with this for the rest of my life, but hey, chalk that up to the list of chronic conditions that I already have – hypothyroidism and anxiety. It’s just something else for me to worry about I guess.
Does anyone else have asthma out there? How do you deal with it?
On a more positive note – Happy Valentine’s Day! It’s not that big a deal for us this year – we got each other small things – cards and flowers and a bottle of wine each. I’m not even sure that we’re doing anything special tonight, even though my folks are here and would totally be willing to babysit. Izzy has the cold that I am slowly getting over, so I’m not sure that he’s going to want to go out and do anything. I’m totally cool with sitting here, watching movies and having beer and pizza or wine or whatever.