A couple months ago while I was talking to a SARP research nurse, she was asking me a bunch of questions about medication, triggers, experiences, etc. We started talking about nebulizers and she asked how I clean mine. I said I rinse/wash them once a day and then once a week clean them in vinegar. While this was the preferred method for “deep cleaning” your equipment, there has been some recent research that shows soapy water is actually more effective.
So I’ve switched from buying giant jugs of white, distilled vinegar to putting my nebulizer pieces into a plastic bowl and letting them soak in hot, soapy water for about an hour. I’ve had people tell me they can’t wash their nebs in vinegar because then it tastes like vinegar or they feel like they’re inhaling vinegar fumes. I’ve never had that happen, but I would also thoroughly rinse everything after the vinegar soak.
Unfortunately this doesn’t work for my CPAP cushions because our dish soap is anti-bacterial which breaks down the silicone or whatever the comfort gel blue is made of. I still use liquid baby soap for that. No matter how you clean your durable medical equipment, the important thing is to actually clean it. Using a dirty nebulizer isn’t going to help you at all. I’ve seen old parts with mold in them, and if you happen to be sick with something bacterial or viral, you might be re-infecting yourself. It’s kind of like what they say about getting a new toothbrush after you’ve been sick.
This may not sound like a big deal…
I didn’t take any albuterol yesterday.
No, I’m not lying, and yes this is kind of a big deal. Last time I didn’t puff an inhaler or take a neb treatment was April 30th. This has officially been the worst medical/health/breathing year of my life to date. Most years the fall is a little rough until the cold weather comes, the plants die, and the farmers quit working in their fields. That time of year has started and the cold temperatures have definitely brought some relief. My allergies have been going a little nuts being in some dusty rooms here and there at work, but other than that I’d say I’m not too bad.
My next goals are to continue to increase my physical activity without overdoing it, and to continue to taper off the prednisone. As much as I’d like to go running or lift some weights, appropriate levels of activity for me are things like walking, one flight of stairs at a time, using 25lb dumbbells at home, and slowly riding my bike. Hopefully I can continue feeling not so bad and get back to feeling normal throughout the winter.
Today I saw a new ENT doctor. I wasn’t really sure how it was going to go. A couple years ago I started seeing a different doctor in the same practice and then quit going due to insurance, not happy with the doctor and too many bad customer service experiences with the staff over the course of a week. Now I’m really needing to re-establish a relationship with an ENT and this is the only practice close to where I live. One handy aspect of it is they’re two floors up from my pulmonologist so it’d be easy for them to chat and compare notes. I ended up calling a few weeks ago to find out my doctor had left the practice so they needed to transfer me to someone else. I’m not sure what the other doctors are like there, but I feel like I got a good one.
Dr S was extremely friendly and personable. He was interested in what I had to say and actually listened. He also didn’t shove his fingers in my mouth or jerk my head around by my tongue like the last one did. Dr S tried to get a handle on my history, what I’ve been dealing with, what my current treatment is and figure out what he could do to assist. I have five doctors so it’s nice when one wants to be a team player. He checked me out, scoped my vocal chords and I’m going to be following up for a video laryngoscopy. I felt like I was in good hands after the visit and am confident he’ll be a contributing factor in my treatment.
Later today I cooked a pot of pinto beans. This may not sound like a big deal, but it takes at least six hours from start to finish after you sort, clean, soak and cook the beans. I used to cook all kinds of things all the time. Saturdays were often dedicated to trying new things and cooking large quantities of something to eat the entire following week. The past few years I’ve hardly cooked anything at all either because I couldn’t physically stand in the kitchen that long or I’ve just been too exhausted to even think about it. I feel like it’s a tiny accomplishment on my road to recovery from this summer. I’m still on tons of medicine and still taking prednisone, but at least I’m able to have intelligent conversations now and spend a little time slow cooking something I enjoy eating.
If there’s one thing that can turn my day into a horrible, sweaty mess it’d be a breathing test. After I showed up at my lung doc’s office earlier this week to find their computer system in shambles and my appointment lost, they rescheduled me for today. I showed up 10 minutes before my appointment to find the computer problem even worse than before. Cardiology was turning all patients away and forcing them to reschedule, but fortunately pulmonology was seeing any patients who arrived. My appointments were still in the computer from a couple days ago as I was scheduled for spirometry and then a visit with the NP.
So a couple weeks ago I became extremely congested, which slowly moved from my sinuses to my throat to my chest. I did a measly five-day z-pack, which I was skeptical about, yet they tell me I only have expiratory wheezes now. I’ll take that over the constant accordion noises I was making at the beginning of the week. My visit did start out with spirometry which really isn’t a big deal. On a good day I just exhale as forcefully as possible into a tube and as long as I have three good attempts that aren’t statistically-significantly-different (did I just make that hyphen up?) from each other, I’m good to go. Not so much today. Any resemblance of a forceful exhale was sending me into coughing fits and I sounded like those old people who see my doctor. You know, the ones with SERIOUS breathing issues who are targeted by all the commercials for my medications. Even the nurse said, “GOOD GRIEF! Sounds like we’re breaking some junk up in there!” Eventually I had three that were similar enough to count and I actually felt much better after breaking up all that junk. Unfortunately that feeling last maybe an hour before I was back to where I was. This is why trying to stay active is important and why they’re always worried about people lying in hospital beds getting fluid in their lungs. There’s still no end in sight yet for my prednisone habit, but I’m hoping my exhales can start sounding less like the 70 yr old thankful Spiriva allows him to eat dinner at the table and more like…well, a normal person.
Yesterday I went on over to my lung doc’s office for my previously scheduled three-month follow-up. It was handy because we were needing to talk about my Pittsburgh visits, testing for VCD, my prednisone in-take, and this bronchitis thing I’ve been trying to kick. When the elevator doors opened there was a line of 8 or so people waiting to check in and a sign asking us to please excuse the extra wait as they try to figure out their new computer system.
Eighteen minutes later I’m next in line and I hear the people in front of me have my appointment time with my doctor….odd, right? They ask me for my birth date and name, which pulls up my “account” and I’m told, “Ok, so you have a 1:15 with Dr…., I mean, you have nothing in the system. Why are you here?” Sounds fishy, right? How else would they have known who I’m seeing and the time of my appointment if it hadn’t popped up on their screen? My appointment was originally for the previous day at the same time, but someone called me to move it to the next day. According to their computer I have an appointment in the middle of December, but I don’t want to wait six to seven weeks. I’ve seen similar situations happen to others before and you basically have two decisions: you can flip out and look like a jackass, or you can calmly work out a solution. I decided to not make an idiot of myself and see if my doc had any availability this week or if I could see the nurse practitioner. Turns out I can come back in a couple days to see the NP – problem solved. It’s hard to always know what to do, how hard to push, and what really is possible. Just be sure to stay calm and just ask. The worst that can happen is they say no, but never be afraid to advocate for yourself.
On my way out the thought popped into my head, “what if this bronchitis stuff clears up by Thursday and my lungs are clear and they want to know why I’m wasting their time?” Then I remembered I’ve been sick since May, I’m still hacking out hockey pucks and no, I will not be better by Thursday. My initial z-pack from the Urgent Care clinic is gone and the last thing I need is to let this linger and turn into the p-word. No one has time for the p-word.
It’s that time of year again. The temperatures are dropping and winter is coming. The plants that produce all those horrible allergens slowly go the way of the buffalo and my biggest fear turns to all the perpetually sick people who tend to surround me everywhere I go. It’s not like I have one or several people to blame, it’s really society in general, and working at a university doesn’t help me avoid germs. There’s only so much hand-washing, avoiding door knobs and staying away from crowded areas before I eventually come down with something. Last week my allergies went berserk on our way to Pittsburgh and I just stayed stuffed up/congested all weekend. Monday night I felt like I might be getting a cold/virus and then as the week progressed I watched as I started coughing blowing out multi-colored snot/mucous/phlegm and eventually went to an urgent care facility Saturday morning to be diagnosed with acute bronchitis.
I “love” trying to explain things to doctors who aren’t really paying attention. I realize I was at the urgent care and these aren’t my normal doctors and nurses, but when a guy walks in with obvious breathing issues, hands over a list of 15 medications and tells you “I have severe asthma” you’d think the next question wouldn’t be – “ok…do you use an inhaler for that?” My long list of medications, clearly separated into maintenance and rescue categories, has several inhalers listed. The doc didn’t really know what to do with me. She also wasn’t paying much attention until I said I’ve been to the ER/admitted seven times since June and have been on prednisone since May. Her eyes got really big and then she wanted to know if I’ve ever been intubated before, etc, etc. I eventually left with a 250mg z-pack for 5 days and was told, “you’re probably going to be very uncomfortable for a couple weeks.” I figured it wasn’t worth saying I’ve been very uncomfortable for months.
The weird part is noticing how this is affecting me differently than the other flares I’ve had these past months. I’m actually breathing much, much better than I was in August, but am still struggling. I’m just not bad in the sense that I need to be on supplemental oxygen and monitored constantly. At this point I’m still feeling the need to attempt work due to the ridiculous FMLA situation and I don’t really have any sick/vacation time to use up. Six months ago this would be a stay-home-no-brainer, but comparing how I am now to how I’ve been in the recent past…this isn’t that bad. I’ll really have to make a judgement call in the morning, but the good news is I happen to have a three month follow-up with lung doc #1 scheduled for Tuesday so we’ll see how my lungs sound and if I need upgraded to levaquin or something more heavy duty.