0202F: The Need to Breathe

So last night I had a rather violent wake-up before shift. I found myself wheezing and coughing to a significant degree. The number one rule during asthma attacks is not to panic, but admittedly I panicked since I couldn't find my inhaler right away. My being blind as a bat without my glasses probably didn't help.

Thankfully Tobie was home and he knows the drill - find inhaler and get it over to me. But unfortunately my inhaler was not in one of my typical spots, so I was gasping for breath while watching him scramble to find it in my work bag and other such locations. Needless to say, that didn't add to my sense of calm. So a bit more panic, a lot more gasping and coughing and all that fun stuff.

We eventually found the inhaler just hidden out of view near where I normally place it. It took a good amount of time before I calmed down as I took in probably way too much Salbutamol. I suppose it was a good thing that I'm back on full maintenance meds. However I didn't get back on Symbicort in time to prevent this little incident.

I know, I know, the best way to really deal with my asthma involves significant lifestyle changes apart from medication. I still don't know how to swim and I don't really do any significant exercise either. I'm terribly overweight and I know that doesn't help things along either. But hey, I'm slowly taking steps to change things. The first big one is getting onto a daytime work schedule. I'd love to say "getting back" to a dayshift, but that's not true since I've been working nights for almost 12 years now.