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asthmaDear doctor yesterday:
I'm sick. Like, we don't know what went wrong, but something went way wrong, and I finally admitted that Urgent Care was needed a week after the original "let's try and pass out" incident. You, of course, haven't actually managed to figure out what's wrong, but that's a post for another comm.
For this one, let's talk about my asthma attack in your exam room yesterday.
My body thinks it's a special snowflake when it's not sick, and it's worse about that tendency when it is.
I've had to hit my inhaler a couple times this week--after months of being mostly inhaler-free.
When I started coughing because you'd asked me to breathe deeply, my roommate went, "Oh hell, hon, did you bring your inhaler?"
Me, after having gotten round of coughing done with: "Seriously, it's like y'all expect me to be intelligent."
Roommate: "Okay, fine, after last night I should have brought one, damn it."
Doctor: "Don't worry, you're not wheezing, I don't think you need an inhaler."
Her: "Really? And what was your peak flow reading last night, babe?"
Me: "275."
Doctor: "....Still, no wheezing."
Dearest doctor: I very, very, very rarely wheeze. I just cough. I have that fun and pesky variety known as cough variant asthma, and my asthma has presented as such for over a decade. Trust me when I say, Roommate and I made faces at each other after you left the room.
I'm sick. Like, we don't know what went wrong, but something went way wrong, and I finally admitted that Urgent Care was needed a week after the original "let's try and pass out" incident. You, of course, haven't actually managed to figure out what's wrong, but that's a post for another comm.
For this one, let's talk about my asthma attack in your exam room yesterday.
My body thinks it's a special snowflake when it's not sick, and it's worse about that tendency when it is.
I've had to hit my inhaler a couple times this week--after months of being mostly inhaler-free.
When I started coughing because you'd asked me to breathe deeply, my roommate went, "Oh hell, hon, did you bring your inhaler?"
Me, after having gotten round of coughing done with: "Seriously, it's like y'all expect me to be intelligent."
Roommate: "Okay, fine, after last night I should have brought one, damn it."
Doctor: "Don't worry, you're not wheezing, I don't think you need an inhaler."
Her: "Really? And what was your peak flow reading last night, babe?"
Me: "275."
Doctor: "....Still, no wheezing."
Dearest doctor: I very, very, very rarely wheeze. I just cough. I have that fun and pesky variety known as cough variant asthma, and my asthma has presented as such for over a decade. Trust me when I say, Roommate and I made faces at each other after you left the room.
