Asthma Update

It's thanks to my mother that I keep updating this post. It seems like I'm wlways just about too tired to do it, and I'm convinced nobody is still reading, but she gives me that pleading look and I cave.

It's been a rough day, but I made it. I'm apparently doing too much because my wounds are all tender. It frustrates me that I now can't even bend over without it hurting again. I thought I was past that. Work has been very busy with getting ready for camp and parent teacher conferences, but I didn't do anything too physically hard. Well, maybe my body thinks just being there is hard. No naps! It's been great to be back with the kids. They make me smile. I do love teaching. I wish my brain worked a little faster though. Everything that takes concentration seems to take longer than it should. My walking is humorous. I go like regular for a little bit and then wind down until I feel like I could keep up with my Mom and Dad and that's about it. And then tonight, MOM outstripped me at WalMart! Pathetic.

Anyway, I'm rambling. Tired. After a 1/2 day of work (conferences) I dropped off Snugs at the groomer. Went to Dr. Thacker. He was still worried about my lungs. Not much improvement. Picked up Snugs from the groomer. Dropped her off at home, picked up Mom and Dad (though I tried to convince them to stay home). Went to get a chest X-ray, then to a pulmonologist appointment that Dr. Thacker's office got for me at 3:00. Left there at 5:15. "Easy come, easy go" Daddy was the most anxious I've about ever seen him. We took so darn long (Mom wanted to come back in with me to the doctor) that he had convinced himself I was on a stretcher on the way to the hospital and Mom couldn't leave me long enough to even tell him. The secretaries even left him alone in the waiting room and went home!!! He still hasn't quite forgiven us for not coming to get him. I was taking breathing tests, but mostly waiting back there. Next time he needs to just open the door and find us. I still feel bad about not going to get him. He sure knows where I am this evening. I've NEVER seen him watch me so tightly at a store as he did today!

I just have a really BAD case of asthma that they have to get control of. Today I had only 60% use of my lungs, and I think that was after an inhaler. More prednisone, two newer, stronger inhalers. Mom said the nurse made an awful face when listening to my lungs. Each of them. She should of heard me last week when I was way below 60%! Another appointment in two weeks. Both doctors today seemed quite upset at the thought of me going to camp. Apparently if we can't control this here, it would be even harder up in the cold weather. I'm still coming to grips with that. Lezlee has been wonderful and gracious about taking over, but I still feel so darned guilty! Should I have waited for surgery? Etc. etc. I'm going to feel totally better just about next Wednesday when we leave for camp, and then have this huge dilemma about whether or not to go. If I go, Mom and Dad might have apoplexy. It was not a good idea to let Mom in the doctor's office with me. :)

Then went to Arriba's (Mom's been waiting since she got here!) and I kind of faded, so we packed up the food to take home. Needed to stop by WalMart for a prescription of Dad's, and then back to Walgreens for my prescriptions. Then, finally at 7:15pm, home to stay. Totally dark with no light on, and Snuggles was fine. Catching up on her sleep, I'd think. Long day.

On a bright note, Snuggles is beautifully clean and fluffy and ready for her first hospice visit on Monday at 10:15am. The groomer was very nice in working Snuggles' nails as short as possible and in not using any scent at all so I could work with hospice patients.

Mom and Dad and I will go to John Larson's funeral tomorrow. What a tragic event. I'm glad for Phyllis' sake that Dad is here in town. It will be a long emotional afternoon, but I am very thankful that we can be there for them. I'd be there even if Mom and Dad weren't here. How thankful I am that families are forever!