Tonight I have a success story because I wasn’t too much of an idiot.
Today was like most days for the past few weeks. I went to bed early in the morning with a neb to take the edge off only to wake up a few hours later desperately needing more albuterol. I then spent the rest of my day watching Netflix, taking care of some work stuff and doing more treatments every three hours or less. Right around 4pm the treatment’s effectiveness seemed drastically reduced and I started dreading the idea of having to go back to the hospital AGAIN being I was just released on Tuesday.
I just wrote that long post on Asthma Acting and decided I better heed some of my own advice for a change. It was time to get some data and seriously consider the best plan of action. My oxygen saturation kept dipping down to low 90s and my PF numbers were consistently in the low 400s to mid 300s. This meant it was time to go. Granted I was no where near as bad as Sunday, but I could tell I was on the cusp of a hardcore attack if I didn’t nip it in the bud.
Liz asked her mom to come over and hang out while Chuck was sleeping, I packed up my gear and then we headed over to the hospital. When we pulled up Liz noticed one of her friends was working registration who immediately helped me into a wheelchair and told someone else at the desk my name and info. That in itself is a HUGE help cause it’s pretty hard to talk when your lungs are only pushing 30% capacity.
They wheeled me back and a nurse got me started on 2L oxygen, hooked me up to a pulse ox and heart monitor, and then attempted to start an IV and take some blood. Little did I remember she was the one trying to start lines on my right arm just a few days ago.
Nurse: Hey, weren’t you here just a few days ago?
Nurse: Man, you were really freaking us out!
Which actually reminded me of a short conversation with Jeff the nurse when he returned Tuesday morning after the “Josh Incident.”
Jeff: Dude, you were making me really nervous last night.
Me: Dude, I was making MYSELF nervous last night.
It’s true, I’ve seemed to have that effect on people throughout my whole asthma career because I usually wait too long to do something. This night was totally different. Instead of five people hovering over me for 2hrs and trying to figure out how to make it stop, we had a much calmer situation with fewer people scurrying around. Unfortunately it took four tries to get an IV started again because when I can’t breathe my veins like to dive deep like the Red October avoiding depth charges. I’m just glad they didn’t order any ABGs.
Soon the respiratory tech arrived and I’m sure you can imagine my relief it was not Josh, aka worst medical professional of the decade. She listened to my lungs, had me create a PF baseline, asked what my personal best is, listened to my lungs, got me started on a double albuterol neb and then got some information out of my little black notebook with follow-up questions to Liz. This woman was good. As soon as she saw all my documentation and found out this was my fourth time this summer, immediately after a hospitalization, she knew I was on top of things. She knew my airways were just hella tight. She could tell what my cough was doing to everything and when one of the nurses said, “I don’t hear any wheezing,” the respiratory tech responded with, “his airways are too clamped down to even let him wheeze.”
YES! SOMEONE KNOWS WHAT THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT!
After the double albuterol ended, we followed that up with some pulmicort and solumedrol. Slowly, ever so slowly things started to open up. Should I have stayed home? No. Was it the right thing to come in? Yes. Did I avoid a possible re-admittance into the hospital? Most likely.
So a few hours later we got to leave and I followed tradition by getting some Taco Bell on the way home. This is also the most healthy I’ve ever been after leaving a hospital. Even though I’m all jacked up on drugs right now and will be awake for a while, I’m no where near feeling as awful as I usually do. Take it from me, the guy who freaks out the hospital staff – know your limits and go to the hospital when you’re supposed to. The only real damage would be the bruises all over my arms from this week.