Sagerat Scribbles

• May. 21, 2007 - Attack of the Killer Inhaler

Posted in More About Me

Dr. appointments are interesting things. Usually you go in knowing that some part of your body isn't behaving itself and sometimes you know why. Sometimes your body just needs to be threatened by a more powerful force such as antibiotics or surgery. Then sometimes you think you know what needs to be done but you leave the Dr.'s office somewhat surprised by the diagnosis.

I have been diagnosed in the past with something called, "Verge of Pneumonia." Yep, that's right. Two different Dr.'s in two different states, four years between each diagnosis and they gave me the same answer. Verge of Pneumonia. What I had wasn't contagious, I never had a fever, and I would suffer with the slowly progressing symptoms for months. Now before you think I'm an idiot, when I say slowly, I mean slowly! I would finally go to the Dr. when I realized that I really was sick and not just living with an irritating cough.

A couple of weeks ago the sympotoms started again. I decided to go to the Dr. before it became the verge of anything. This time the answer was different. Asthma. Not a bad thing really, all things considered, but it seems so strange to think of a person my age developing asthma. Perhaps it was something brought on by my earlier illnesses that weakend my lungs. Either way I now have my own inhaler. Tiki and Cheeko welcomed me to the asthma club. I just hope the club greeting isn't a gagging cough that finally brings up surfactant, followed by a slimy high five.

I'm thinking of making myself a cute little inhaler holder to wear. Sort of like a cell phone holder that clips on to your pants. I don't really want to keep it in the bottom of my purse along with aged tissue, half sucked on candies and the pepper spray.

I can see it now. I'm attacked on the street, I reach into my purse, pull out a vial and spray albuterol into my attackers face. While he's standing there bewildered and wondering where that bad shoe smell is coming from, I am then having a full blown asthma attack from the shock and I suck down a couple shots of pepper spray.

If it's me, it could happen.

• May. 21, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by chickadee

your asthma holder idea cracked me up. i can imagine a crocheted (and i just forgot how to spell that word) cover like a tissue box cover my grandmother used to make for your inhaler. so funny!

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• May. 22, 2007 - Hmmmm

Posted by Eyebright

Hey, ,Mom?

Do you even carry pepper spray in your purse?
It must be a pretty minute bottle.

Just a thought.
Neeto

Edited by Eyebright on May. 22, 2007 at 8:14 AM

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• May. 22, 2007 - How funny!

Posted by skdenfeld

You were in my dream last night. We were driving, I asked you about meal planning and you reached into your purse and handed me the biggest fish I had ever seen! Glad it wasn't the pepper spray! Dreams are sooo strange.

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• May. 22, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by 2peter318

So sorry to hear about the asthma, but your story at the end was totally funny. :)
JoAnn

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• May. 22, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Eyebright

"The Cap'n said you'd say that."

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• May. 22, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by drewsfamilytx

You're funny. That's one of the reasons why I like you.

Marsha

PS Does the inhaler make you crazy in the head? My sis has asthma and albuterol from a nebulizer is okay, but in inhaler form it makes her wonky in the brain.

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• May. 24, 2007 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Keri

Funny!
It does seem strange to develop that later in age.

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