A wonderful thing happened to me today. Amazing. Extraordinary.
I? Have ASTHMA!
Yes! You have no idea how glad I was to hear this. Let me explain.
For three years I’ve had this seasonal, but annoying cough. This cough has run the gamut from “every now and then” to “I’ve coughed so hard I broke a rib”. Seriously. My internist said to me (once) that she thought perhaps I had developed Adult Onset Asthma. But, it was never really annoying or persistent enough to warrant really getting it checked out.
(Well, except for that whole cracked rib thing. That truly sucked.)
Lately (like for the past several months) this little cough has ratcheted itself up a bit and decided to include chest tightness and soreness in its little presentation. How nice. And, honestly, it got to the point where I sometimes couldn’t complete a sentence without coughing (which becomes an issue when trying to read The Swimmy a story or, uh, working).
And so? I made an appointment with a pulmonologist because I didn’t want to take any chances given my latest biological adventure.
So where’s the problem? Why did I celebrate a diagnosis of asthma? Well, I’ll tell ya.
I scheduled the appointment a little over a week ago. Which? Gave me plenty of time to make up LOVELY and SCARY medical scenarios of other things it COULD be. And (of course), I had to then go to WebMD to seek out Additional Scary Information and you can see why I was reduced to tears somewhere around 4am this morning.
But! I laid out a clear, thorough and concise history of this cough and my family medical history (which is not stellar), Dr. HappyLungs checked me out and confidently declared, “Yep! You gots yourself some asthma, babe.”
Whew. And? Yay! And? Ah. Hmmm.
Blah, blah, blah Inhaler. Blah, blah, blah Puff This. Come back in four weeks. And we’re on the road to treatment, folks! And I? am still coughing, but there’s a good possibility I’ll sleep tonight.
And that is a very, very good thing.