I spent most of tonight in the ER. Really not fun.
I’d been feeling crappy for the last week or two. First I thought it was just allergies, and then I thought it was just a cold. I kept dragging myself through all the stuff I needed to do. Today after knitting group, I came home and tried to read, but I crashed out on the couch for an hour.
Then I woke up coughing because it was hard to breathe. I’m very prone to respiratory infections, though I get them far less frequently in Massachusetts than I did in Alabama–this is the first bad one I’ve had in the four years I’ve been in Massachusetts.
I called my nurse. I really didn’t want to go to the ER, but I knew I needed to. So we went. Apparently having a cough that sounds like tuberculosis and an oxygen saturation in the 70’s gets you seen really fast. I always get the horrible deadly TB sounding cough when I get bronchitis, do I’m used to it…but it freaked out the ER staff. Fine with me; it worked to my advantage.
I got a breathing treatment, a chest X-ray, and another breathing treatment. The chest X-ray was clear, which I figured it would be. It didn’t feel like pneumonia. The breathing treatments really helped, but now I’m all shaky from them. They sent me home with an inhaler and a prescription for 5 days of antibiotics, so hopefully that’ll clear this up. I already feel a lot better from the breathing treatments. I stopped coughing so much, and I don’t feel like someone’s squeezing the air out of my lungs. I might not do the farmers market table Saturday, though. I guess I’ll see how I’m feeling tomorrow night.