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Prednisone Burst

My lung doc finally gave in and subscribed me some prednisone today. I’ve been feeling bad for about a week. The weather is changing, allergies are bad, one of my kids is kind of sick, and they’ve started harvesting corn. It could be just one, several, or all of those reasons why I’m having trouble breathing. Monday my blood-oxygen saturation kept dipping below 90%, and every day this week my PeakFlow numbers have been steadily dropping. While I really dislike systemic steroids and their side-effects, Liz reminded me it could be worse.

The last time I was admitted to the hospital I had been on 80mg of predisone daily. They gave me two, 120mg IV injections of solumedrol, and then admitted me into a room where they showed up every 6 hours for another 120mg of solumedrol. Some of the side-effects include:

  • It made me a little crazy
  • I became temporarily diabetic and required insulin
  • I retained water and gained weight
  • I developed cataracts
  • I lost muscle tone
  • I couldn’t sleep
  • My hands cramped up
  • My cognitive abilities were diminished
  • I got cranky and moody
  • My vision became blurry at times (probably due to the increased blood sugar levels)
  • My face became round and puffy
  • I lost my appetite

I had been on prednisone for most of the previous 2 years leading up to this hospitalization. When you’ve been on prednisone that long, you can’t just quit. You must be tapered off because your body is somewhat dependent on it. I’m not sure exactly when I developed hypothyroidism, but it was sometime after this long period of time on the medicine. If you want to see a long list of known effects, check them out here.

One of my lung doctors has told me multiple times the prednisone would kill me before the asthma if I couldn’t find a better way to treat my asthma. I’m happy to say this is only the second time in the past 6 months I’ve had to resort to this treatment. I’m hoping the short burst will get me back on my feet.

Summer 2013: ER Visit #6

Another week, another trip to the ER.  They’re really starting to know me there.

  • Our friend Haley got me checked in at the registration desk
  • The triage nurse remembered me
  • The nurse who got me into a room has seen me at least 3x this summer
  • The respiratory therapist has helped me 3x now I think
  • The x-ray tech has scanned my chest at least once before
  • Also recognized Dr Wilson who I’ve seen before and has an EXCELLENT bedside manner

So why aren’t you better yet?

This is an excellent question I’ve heard from a few people and have also asked myself.  This whole past week has been a rough one with asthma attacks on five days out of seven.  One was caused by 2nd hand cigarette smoke and the rest were allergy/weather related.  All five times this past week I’ve had to decide whether or not to go to the ER.  My peakflow numbers were at 50% or below, my oxygen saturation has been 89% to 93% pretty consistently, I’ve had trouble walking and moving around, and I’ve been mentally fuzzy.  These are all good reasons to seek medical attention.  Tonight was slightly different because my nights are usually bad between 10pm and 4am, and this time my symptoms fired up around 7pm.  I was short of breath, experiencing varying degrees of chest pain for different reasons, coughing, and my nebs were working but not lasting long.  These combined with my gut feeling of “it’s going to get much worse” in the next hours are what made the decision for me.

The ER was packed on arrival and we later found out that was the least busy it had been since 1pm.  Liz and I waited a little before being taken back, but we heard others being told there was a three and a half hour wait.  Fortunately I bring all my meds with me so I just hung out and nebbed until it was my turn.  I don’t know if it’s because they recognize me, I’ve been in so many times this summer or I’ve just learned how to communicate effectively…but lately I tend to get asked what I think should be done.

RT: Aw man, you’re back again??  So what do you think we should do?  Albuterol?  Duoneb?  Want some pulmicort?

I had just done an albuterol in the waiting room so we followed up with some duoneb.  It helped, but didn’t open me up much and I quickly regressed to where I was earlier.  I was glad this happened because it made a point as to why I’ve been nebbing 8 to 10 times a day and the relief just isn’t lasting.  They got me started on some salumedrol, as usual, and then followed up with a pulmicort neb.  Pulmicort is a steroid which addresses swelling in the airways and is different from bronchodilators, like albuterol and ventolin, which help address the muscles constricting around your airways.  This really helped to open my airways and allow me to breathe more deeply for a longer amount of time.  In the past I’ve had a combo inhaler (advair, symbicort, dulera, etc) along with another steroid inhaler acting as a booster for maintenance.  This summer I’ve been wondering if taking pulmicort or asmanex in addition to the dulera would help.  I’m adding this to my list of questions for the pulmonologist.

What next?

Lots of taking it easy, that’s what.  I’m working on some good questions for my lung doctor when i see him this week and am counting down the days to Pittsburgh.  I’m not expecting to be magically cured in Pennsylvania, but I am looking forward to another opinion and getting some of these tests done that have always been on the extreme/unnecessary list.  Maybe they’ll find something new and at the very least I’ll be contributing more data towards new treatments and understanding of how asthma functions.

I was glad to see the nebulized steroids make such a difference tonight.  That would probably do the trick for me at home when I’m up all night not being able to breathe deeply enough.  We also noticed my oxygen saturation dipping to 90% and below most of the time when not on 2L of supplemental oxygen.  This hasn’t really been as much of an issue before and I wonder if that means anything.  For now we’ve once again bumped up my prednisone taper and I need to return to the ER if things become bad enough to warrant another visit.  I also talk to my allergist about doubling my Xolair injections starting this month.  With allergies being so bad and mold season around the corner this might help me get a head start before leaves are falling and the combines are running.

Summer 2013: ER Trip #5

Deciding To Go

This whole past week hasn’t been good with night time PF readings constantly dipping into the 300s.  My daily breathing treatment count slowly climbed to 10 by Thursday and I was once again being seriously asked if I needed to go to the hospital.  Of course I probably should have, but I really didn’t want to and had a case of the asthma-brain influencing my decisions.  I figured I’d go the cheap route and call my doctor yesterday morning to bump up my prednisone taper or something.  An email, I love that some doctor offices let you email them, to my primary care physician resulted in a quick reply that my doctor was not in today and suggested I contact my lung doctor.  While some might think I was blown off, the response was actually quite reasonable.  I still haven’t followed up with my lung doctor since I was hospitalized and they’re the ones that finally got me back on track in July before the drywall dust debacle at work last month.  So I left a message at my pulmonologist’s office, you can never actually get a person on the phone it seems, and waited.  I waited all day long and then ended up back in the ER.

It’s hard to describe, but unless I encounter a severe, unplanned trigger or circumstance – I can tell when I’m going to have a day bad enough to result in an hospital trip.  I kind of had that feeling Thursday and I definitely had that feeling Friday morning.  It’s that whole gut reaction thing.  I hadn’t slept for several days, but did get a couple hours sleep in mid-morning.  The sleep helps, but when you miss a scheduled breathing treatment, I’m not always sure which is worse.  Chuck and Liz got home just after 5 and Chuck really wanted me to play with her.  That’s about the time when the meds stopped keeping the symptoms at bay.  A good friend of ours brought over some amazing chili and corn bread for dinner.  We ate, Liz told me to go take more medicine, we hung out and watched some of The IT Crowd.  I was back into the cycle of PF at 400 or below, neb, get back up to 500ish and then slowly drop back down.  During this time I was noticing my O2 getting to 93, which isn’t bad, but also isn’t good, and when I’d start panting for no good reason I knew I had to keep an eye on things.

Around 11:00PM, PF values were at 350 and below.  I went ahead and told Liz and decided to re-evaluate myself at midnight.  An hour came and went.  I did everything I was supposed to and took all my meds, but my numbers were still the same.  It was time for ER trip #5.

I feel bad for Liz.  Yeah I have all the breathing problems, yeah I go for days without sleeping, yeah I’m on tons of drugs and am always getting stuck with needles – but I do all this while often getting to forget about normal day-to-day life.  Liz still has to go to work and teach, she ends up taking care of Chuck 90% of the time and that’s on top of everything else normal people do and take care of in their daily lives.  So while I’m feeling awful and need a ride to the Emergency Room, Liz, who is already tired, knows she’ll be up until at least 4am, will most likely be wrangling our daughter tomorrow AND has work obligations in the morning.  I think the Coen Brothers’ Nihilists say it best, “it’s not fair!”

Getting Treatment

Another quick PF check clocked me at 320, Liz’s mom came over to watch Chuck and I sloth’d my way to the car with asthma gear in hand.  Thunder had just started on our way out and I wondered how many other asthmatics we’d encounter.  With the high heat, insane ragweed/pollen counts and now a thunderstorm rolling in – I knew us lungers would be out in force.  The trip there was pretty easy since traffic dies way down after midnight.  When we pulled up to the ER entrance there was a less-than-smart citizen smoking a cigarette immediately next to the entrance.  While I would have loved to share my thoughts on all the no-smoking signs staring at the guy, I shuffled as quickly as I could into the building without breathing in the poison.  Before I knew it our friend from registration was telling a guy who I was cause she knows I can’t talk right when coming in.  I scribbled my name on a piece of paper, tried to answer a couple of questions to someone else, and they wheeled me back to a room.  Haley even came back later and got Liz some Subway.  All I have to say is it pays to know people.

Usually I get stalked back to the room by several people but today was the exception.  I lumbered off the wheelchair and onto the bed, was given a gown and the triage person left.  Remember me wondering how many other respiratory patients would be in there today?  Well there were a lot.  Ten minutes go by and someone from radiology showed up with a portable x-ray machine to perform a chest scan.  Liz told her it wasn’t really worth getting an x-ray right now because respiratory hadn’t even started meds yet.  I’ve had this happen before and when my airways are so tight, I can’t really breathe in enough for them to get a good image.  Five or ten minutes later you would have thought I’d just finished a marathon by the amount of sweat rolling off me because breathing can be hard work.  Another PF check showed me now at 260 so I decided to just start a breathing treatment of my own.  It really does pay to carry your own medicine with you.  Half way through my own meds, the room nurse came by assuming respiratory had started their thing from the noise of my nebulizer compressor.  She immediately put in another call to see where they were, got an IV started on the first try (last two trips took 4 pokes each), and set me up with 2L of oxygen.

The respiratory therapists, two this time, came by and were surprised to see me medicating myself.  They hooked me up with a couple duoneb treatments, listened to my lungs several times and relied on Liz for information.  Apparently I was really making their day because the main one announced they should go buy lotto tickets.

  • I knew my baseline, historical and current Peakflow information
  • I brought all my meds as well as had them listed on paper
  • I use a spacer
  • I’m compliant with my medications
  • I write down all meds taken and any circumstances surrounding my breathing
  • I had a fairly good idea of why today required me to come see them

They even asked if I had considered running a seminar on how to be a good asthma patient.  As usual one of the first comments was, “well I’m not really hearing any wheezing,” but they were surprised at how little air I was moving.  Liz quickly informed them of my general symptoms cause she’s awesome.  X-rays came back again to get that chest scan and Liz heard the therapists out in the hallway talking about how I don’t really “seem asthmatic” at first glance but I’m obviously a severe.  The respiratory therapists came back in to give me a 3rd treatment, but wanted my opinion on it since I had done nine in the previous 24 hrs and three more in the past hour.

RT: Here’s the deal, I think you could use another one, but I’m kind of concerned with your heart rate and the side effects.  What do you think?

Me: Let’s hold off for a bit and see what happens.  I’m already moving a lot more air.

After seeing my PF has gotten up to 450, they decide to go ahead and let me hold off for a while.

RT: We’ll check in with your doctor and see what he thinks.  I’d give you more medicine, but they only let me neb you 3x before a doctor gets involved…cause I’m just a lowly respiratory therapist.

Me: Yeah, and I’m just a lowly patient.

The Doctor

My doctor rolled in and right away I could tell there was something different.  On a rare occasion I encounter medical professionals too cool for school who want you to know they have it together.  They’ll say lots of big words, not really let you answer questions and walk out leaving you with more questions than before they arrived.  Dr C was not this kind of doctor, he was actually kind of awesome.  He had obviously looked through all my info.  He knew I had been there 4x prior, he knew I was on all the medications you would normally prescribe, and he knew I wasn’t your average asthmatic.  After discussing my medication, treatment and brief history the conversation quickly turned to something more interesting.

Doctor C: Have you guys by chance heard of RadioLab?

We then discussed that guy who gave himself tapeworms to cure his horrendous allergies and asthma.  While all three of us thought it was great the dude cured himself, Dr C wasn’t exactly endorsing the act of purchasing worms someone has harvested from their own feces.  After we had a good, well as much as I could muster, chuckle about infecting oneself parasites, the topic of conversation quickly switched to my Maxpedition Jumbo Versipack, aka the Asthma Bag.  I don’t know why all the medical people who see it thinks it’s so awesome.  Kind of makes me feel cool just to have it.  Doctor C picked it up and examined it thoroughly.  He really dug my setup.

So what to do…Doctor C was concerned with my O2 levels.  He also asked about other non-standard treatments they sometimes administer to avoid intubating.  My oxygen saturation usually registers pretty high in the 97-98% range.  After I had another breathing treatment and things settled down a bit, Doctor C took me off the nasal cannula to see who everything looked.  I did dip into the 80s briefly, but mostly stayed at or just above 92%, which was the defined line.  I was glad to not get admitted again.  I would guess we probably spent 20 minutes or more talking candidly with the doctor.  At no time was he acting like he needed to be somewhere else or one of his other patients in the ER that night was more important than me.  Interestingly I later popped his name into Facebook and discovered we not only graduated from the same university, we have cool Facebook friends in common.  Small world.

The Aftermath

One great observation the doctor made was when someone like myself is on prednisone, the taper really shouldn’t end until several days AFTER I’m doing well.  I did finally achieve that back in July but then had another setback with the construction dust flare-up.  So my taper’s back up to a “big boy” dose and I’m fairly confident I’ll be ok through the weekend until I can follow-up with my regular doctors.  The salumedrol is probably the most effective medicine I get at the hospital which I cannot give myself at home.  It’s a corticosteroid, similar to prednisone, administered through an IV.  I’ll be good for a couple days on that alone, and the extra oral prednisone should boost me the rest of the way.

This further cements in my mind the need to participate in an asthma research study.  I’m looking forward to beginning SARP III next month.  I’ve also been wondering if I should be nebulizing any other medications.  I’m already taking Spiriva, but maybe something like scheduled DuoNeb treatments supplemented with Albuterol treatments would be more effective?  Definitely something to talk about with the various doctors I’ll be seeing in the next few weeks.

Lastly I must mention the traditional drive through Taco Bell.  The hours of labored breathing can really work up an appetite.  I finally tried one of the new Fiery Doritos Locos Tacos.  The Nacho Cheese variety is pretty decent, but I was really disappointed with the Cool Ranch.  There just isn’t a strong taste to wow me into believing I’m eating an amazing Doritos-Taco Bell food combination.  To be fair Cool Ranch Doritos don’t exactly have an over-powering taste on their own, but I feel it should be stronger when combined with a taco.  The Fiery version takes the cake for me.  It has a big, bold flavor that improves upon the standard Nacho Cheese.

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