Last Friday I had a moderate asthma attack. Usually when this happens an inhaler will fix it, but this time it only lessened it temporarily. Inhaler ran out on Tuesday, and Wednesday morning it turned into severe asthma, so I went to the hospital. I just got home. I'm all right now and I apologize to my enemies for not dying. I was going to post about this while I was in the hospital, but I hate typing on my phone so I didn't. I'm home now in front of a full-sized keyboard so I'm typing about it now. I would have been home yesterday, but I needed to be on oxygen until late last night and apparently the hospital staff didn't think leaving me unsupervised with an oxygen tank was a good idea, which is wise because I definitely would have used at least 25% of the cylinder for "science experiments." When I got to the hospital, I was pretty sure it was asthma, but I was thinking "if this turns out to be lipoid pneumonia caused by vaping I'm going to look like an ass because of all the vaping defense I've been doing." But, it was asthma and happened because I used to be a heavy smoker, which I stopped doing so all y'all can suck ass, and I'm a space man. Anyway, only almost died, so everyone can put the candles and vigilance away until the cameras @We Are Borg installed in the bathrooms at the mall are discovered and the Mounties decide to give him a severe beating instead of just arresting him.
Glad you're ok. How's the prognosis? Is this just going to keep happening to you, or is there something they can do about it?
I can't return all this candle crap now. * looks at list of names * @Dinner don't ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee. Make it interesting.
Probably a one-time or rare thing. If it was going to be a chronic issue it probably would have been one before now. The last time I had moderate/severe asthma was like twelve years ago. That time, I got my hands on an inhaler a few days after it started. I immediately felt much better, continued using it, and was completely better two days later. Anyway, I should be fine as long as I keep an inhaler around. I've just now been actually diagnosed with it, but I've had asthma since I was a kid, and usually it's pretty mild. Also, now I know if the inhaler only kind of helps to get my ass to a hospital quicker because that means I need steroids. As of now, my lungs and diaphram hurt because of all the coughing I've been doing for the past few days, but otherwise I've recovered. The first thing I did when I was released from the hospital was took a mile-long walk at a brisk pace. It felt great because I'd get winded just standing up for the past week. I would have walked all the way home (four miles), but my room mate was already on the way to pick me up, and a four-mile walk in cold weather probably would have been overkill.
Well, I told you not to have a threesome with my grandparents, but you had to be all "you're not the boss of me!" about things and didn't take my advice. You got yourself into this mess; don't blame me.
Meh, when I die it will be because I did something profoundly stupid, not because my lungs suddenly decide they'd prefer a 70% oxygen/20% Albuterol atmosphere instead of the 78% nitrogen/21% oxygen thing this dumb planet decided was a good atmospheric ratio. Actually, this probably counts as profoundly stupid. At one point I had a coughing fit and passed out, then came to two minutes later struggling to breathe, used an inhaler, was mostly able to breathe, decided "good enough," and then didn't go to the hospital for two more days. I'm... kind of extremely stubborn about seeking medical aid. I blame my dumb parents. As a kid, every damn time I told my parents something was wrong and I needed a doctor, they'd explain to me at length how I was overreacting, or how a doctor couldn't actually do anything to help my specific issue. I said "I think I have asthma," they said "nah, you're just out of shape." I say "I think I may have broken my toe," they say "if you did all the doctor's going to do is tape it to the toe next to it. Do you want to sit in a doctor's office for several hours or grab a roll of tape and take five minutes to do it yourself?" I have a panic attack, my dad explains to me how I was actually faking a panic attack to try to get out of two hours of him telling me I'm a worthless piece of shit because I brought home a report card with a "D" on it somewhere. I say "I think my depression is severe enough that it needs medical treatment, my dad says "nah, you just need to stop being lazy." I tell my dad I didn't do my homework because he's always a raging asshole about the subject and I'm so anxious about it that I can't focus on it, and my dad says "oh bullshit, you're just disobeying me because you enjoy pissing me off." *sigh* and my dad doesn't understand why I stopped talking to him.
Asthma sounds bad, I hope you get well soon. It is selfish but I am so glad I have not experienced such an illness.
Congrats on being alive! Did they get you a maintenance inhaler? You should have one that you use every day plus the albuterol one for when you feel an attack coming on.
"You're dead for a real long time; you just can't prevent it. So, if money can't buy happiness, I guess I'll have to rent it." -Weird Al Yankovic
So, today I was going to replace the water pump in my truck because it's not drivable until I do. Then, I took my medication and I've been tired all day since. I got all the bolts out of the broken one and then was all "okay, fuck this. We'll try again tomorrow." I don't know why steroids make me sleepy. It was my understanding they generally do the opposite. Although, I look up the side-effects and it is something people experience. It was fine in the hospital because I was just laying there and they helped me sleep, but now that I have shit to do it's fucking annoying. Although, I don't have to take them at a specific time so starting tomorrow I'm taking them in the evening instead of the morning. Also, don't tell my 8th grade gym teacher I'm taking steroids. I promised him I'd never take them and he'd be disappointed in me if he knew.
Well, there aren't going to be any fucking 'roid rage posts because I'm not fucking 'roid raging! FUCK YOU!!!
Nah, if I get irritable because of hemorrhoids I just use the wipes with witch hazel in them and I'm good.
