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Posted: Thursday, October 4, 2018 9:06 pm

How can one person feel so bad? I am not a whiner or complainer when I am sick. I usually push through the illness and move on. Natural childbirth…3 times, ruptured disc in my back, broken ankle, ruptured ACL, appendix cancer, gall bladder surgery and shoulder surgery. I have been through it all and really don’t think I’ve complained very much. I have a high tolerance for pain…been married 43 years! (Just teasing).

Over the past year or so, I have had several bouts of bronchitis…it seems like one after another…and it doesn’t stop. This last round has lasted for approximately four weeks and I’m tired of being sick. I’m over it! Done! I’ve had it!

I have tried every remedy known to man. I’ve been to the doctor, on meds, nebulizer and inhaler. They think it isn’t regular

bronchitis but rather, chronic allergic

bronchitis. I have never had allergies before but I looked it up and it is a real thing. Go figure! Stuffy nose and congested chest. Never a sore throat…just the congestion.

Last week I can honestly say I did the stupidest thing in my life and it could have cost me my life. Truthfully, it did scare me…I won’t say to death, but I scared myself so badly that I cried at what could have

happened.

I was at work when I had a coughing jag. Now, being an old lady with a weak bladder, you know I had to go into the bathroom to cough hard. (Why yes, I do share all the details.) I coughed and coughed and no matter what I did, I could not clear my airways. The wheezing in my chest and throat was loud and both felt extremely thick with mucous but I could not get it up. I could barely talk.

Stupidly, I said I had to go to get my

nebulizer. I ran out the door, hopped into my truck and somehow made it home doing well over the speed limit. Truth be told, I don’t know how I got home! I ran in the door and headed to my bedroom closet for the nebulizer and sat on the floor taking a treatment. It took a lot of coughing during it to clear everything up.

I have never experienced anything in my life as what happened that day. Not being able to breathe is a horrible feeling.

Of course, after the treatment, the albuterol leaves me shaky and what did I do? I got back into my truck and drove back to work.

After that incident and calling the doctor, I now have an inhaler and don’t think I will go anywhere without it.

This past weekend I had two additional “bad spells” like the one at work but I was home where my machine and meds were. Once I did a treatment it was better.

Later that evening, I realized just how stupid and scared I was. Why didn’t I drive to urgent care where I could have gotten a treatment? Even calling 911 would have been better than what I did. Why did I risk my life and others, both driving like a

maniac to get home all the while trying to clear my airway? Once the reality of the situation hit me, I bawled like a baby. It truly scared me.

This incident scared me so much that I am not afraid to admit how stupid I was. I did a very stupid thing.

Anyway…this past weekend was spent being sick again so hopefully this week, I will improve. Now onto a pulmonologist.

Why is my aging filled with doctor appointments and stupidity? Bottom line though, I learned my lesson and I will try not to be so stupid anymore.

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