Got some pricing information back from them too. Whew! Fun! Not inexpensive.
Ever since we got this cat I've developed allergic asthma. We knew I was allergic when we got him. But just really wanted to get Emma a "real" pet. Fish just weren't cutting it anymore. So Leslie and I decided to get a cat for Emma, and maybe I wrote about the process and maybe I didn't, but essentially we pretended that we were taking her to the animal shelter to see if they had volunteer work that she could do for them. She volunteers in Glade Run's animal program and loves it, so we thought it would be a convincing story.
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She still will randomly hug me and say, "I am so happy that Dobby is part of our family."
But the fucking cat makes me sneeze. And claws the furniture. And carpet. And pukes on things. And...has adventures. But he's family.
So when I first approached the doctor two years ago about what I could do to help my allergy symptoms with the cat and he said, "Get rid of the cat." I told him, "Nope. What else ya got?"
On again off again doctoral care and two years later I returned to the same doctor (who'd left the practice, disappeared, then rematerialized at another practice) and said again...Alright...I've tried this, this this and this...what else ya got? And he said, "Get rid of the cat?" And I said, "Nope."
When Leslie originally was struggling to breathe, we attributed it to allergies because we'd just gotten the cat and so we tried managing her breathing with various allergy pills and an albuterol inhaler...and ultimately got fed up with our failure to make a lasting impact and got an xray which showed the fluid building up around her lungs that ultimately took her life.
And so now, two years later, and a lot of fucking miles down the road less traveled on...when I struggle to breathe there's a little part of me that has a minor panic attack. Asthma is tricky. I mean, for me it means that when I breathe it's like I'm breathing through a straw, or through cotton balls. It doesn't matter how hard I inhale...it just comes in..."less" than I feel like I need...which is a really panicky feeling. Now when it happens...I can't help but put myself in Leslie's body, laboring for breath, and feeling that panicky feeling...for months...
I have to switch tracks...therein lies madness.
So asthma sounds like no big deal, and I suppose it isn't REALLY as long as you have medicine, but there's some baggage there. You know?
I use an inhaler and when I take a couple puffs...I'm fine. I'd take a couple puffs before bed. Sometimes when Lily would wake me in the middle of the night, I'd need a couple puffs. Sometimes in the morning if I didn't wake up in the night. Sometimes during the day. But always fixable with a couple puffs.
So the doctor said, "Would you say that your breathing is managed?" And I said, "Yeah. I mean...as long as I have the puffer, I have no issues. If I don't have it..." And we talked about how frequently I took it. And he said..."By definition your breathing is not managed." Apparently the puffer is an "emergency" medication.
So he prescribed some...steroid thingy ALSO an inhaled medication...that I now take at morning when I wake up and at night before bed. And that's pretty cool. I've taken it for several days now and haven't used the inhaler since. His words, "Then the inhaler can go back to being a 'rescue' inhaler".
And all that is fine. Except that what I don't really totally understand is how being dependent upon this NEW medication twice daily is really any different than being dependent upon the OTHER medication twice daily (fine...sometimes more). And how it is NOW managed where before it was not. But I GUESS the thinking is that now if I struggle to breathe I can use the inhaler as an emergency relief where before there was nowhere to go.
And the reason that any of this is coming up is because the last few days I've been tired or distracted, or busy, and haven't gotten in the treadmill, where in the past I NEEDED a puff. Like...needed. Already breathing heavy...but through cotton balls...very panicky. So tonight I'm on the treadmill as I write this...and no breathing issues.
So that's good!