Saturday, February 7, 2009
Well, they called it Asthmatic Bronchitis. I felt a little wheeze on Saturday, then by Sunday it turned into a bullfrog. By Monday I dragged my sorry ass into the office with the gravelyiest voice I've even had and I'm not prone to laryngitis. Tuesday, I thought about going in to work, then called my doctor. She said "come right in." This is what it's like to have an MD that's "off the plan." Very little reimbursement, but she sees you when you're sick, gives you the shot herself and her assistant administers the nebulizer tx which I apparently needed. Plus antibiotics, prednisone by mouth :-O and an asthma inhaler. I'm not asthmatic. My godchild said, you were right when you said that when you get sick, the worst thing that can happen, does happen. Sixteen years ago a herniated disc turned into a spinal cord injury, last year a simple procedure for gall stones turned into Pancreatitis and when I was in my teens, allergy skin tests turned into anaphylactic shock! I'm feeling a little better, now. Still a little wheezy. I've never even heard of Asthmatic Bronchitis. I wonder what the implications are.