When "I Can Handle This On My Own" Isn't Such a Good Idea

I got a royal chewing out from my Dr. Today. On Friday I had a run in with something I have recently found out I am allergic to. In fact I accidentally ingested this substance at two meals on Friday.

For the entire afternoon I knew that I was having a bit of a wheezing problem, but I really didn't feel that bad. I just had to work a little harder to get air than I normally do. These allergies are so new to me, and they ususally just cause, well to be delicate, problems that might be considered to be lower down on my body. This was the first ever time I have had what could be considered an asthma attack.

Over the weekend I felt as though I was getting a chest cold. My Dr. Informed me that that was my lungs shutting down. Lucky for me that I was still getting enough oxygen to live, because I sure wasn't getting much breath deep into my lungs.

She was pretty sore at me for not calling her or taking my symptoms more seriously.

I guess I just figured that I could handle it. Famous last words. I am sure that is what Jim Henson said right before he keeled over.

So, I left her office with a prescription for an inhaler that I have to use every four hours for the short term until this tight feeling in my chest goes away, and an appointment with an Allergy and Asthma specialist in two days, and a promise that I will take the next attack more seriously.

I guess I learned my lesson, ASk FOR HELP!

That is why God gave us medicine.

I actually do feel much better.


Pax