You may have noticed that apart from a few Deals I’ve been conspicuously absent for most of the past week.
That’s because I’ve been dealing with my second illness in as many weeks, and this time I very nearly did cough up a lung.
I wound up going back to the doctor whose office I’d like to quit because in my weakened state I just did not have it in me to keep trying to find a doctor whose office staff wasn’t hostile, that took my insurance and was willing to see me that day. In all fairness I only called two, but I think I could have called twenty and had the same result.
So, after a monsyllabic (on their part) conversation with her staff to get the appointment, Son and I made the forty-five minute trek to my current doctor’s office. At least this time the diagnosis did not come from Son’s doctor (he frequently tells me what’s wrong with me and I then enlighten my own doctor), but the trend did continue in a way since I diagnosed myself.
Me: I think I have asthma. Remember how I’ve told you before that sometimes I feel like I’m breathing through gauze (and you looked at me like I had three heads)? Well, I think that’s an attack of some sort and could benefit from an inhaler.
Doctor: Hmmm. Oh yes. That sounds like Reactive Airway Disease. Yes.
So, it turns out I have Reactive Airway Disease, just like Son. I am the proud owner of my own inhaler, some steroids, a strong antibiotic, a kickass cough medicine – and I get to share Son’s nebulizer.
After two days of medication and almost-complete bedrest I feel a thousand percent better. I still have not used my inhaler yet, but am comforted that I have it so that in future I can breathe more easily and hopefully avoid hours of body-wracking coughs that leave me exhausted and sore.
And come the new year I am in search of a new doctor. One that is nearby, has a pleasant office staff and takes my insurance. It may be a bloody battle, but I’ll find one.
Hopefully before I get sick again.