Here we go again.

The moment my coughing gets worse I can feel myself panic. What do I have? How do I get rid of it? Then I have to decide, who do I see? I called my pulmonologist, and he was not there until Tuesday. He said I could have some test done and call him if I needed him, but I was worried. I needed him, or I would not be calling. That was money spent and nothing to help me, and I didn’t know if I was going down quickly. I mean you should know this, but when breathing is at best shallow, and you begin coughing you don’t know how bad you are. I was starting to cough like I did when I went into the hospital last year with pneumonia. It was a Wednesday when I was trying to figure out what to do, and I know that many days can make or break these lungs. So I opted for my GP who is not on my network. She did what she always does. breathing test, I hear the assistant walking out and mumbling “there is no breath.” I see the look on the GP’s face, and the ritual begins- steroid shot, followed by a round of steroids and antibiotics.

It works! Slowly it works.

I’m still on oxygen at night and when I need it and when I exercise, and I am so thankful to have it. I didn’t get worse, and when that happens, I rejoice.

Pusche