After feeling so lucky to have escaped winter without my annual bout of bronchitis, I caught some nasty respiratory virus that settled into my chest. It turned nasty, really fast, and now is crossing into pneumonia. I woke in a panic last night because I couldn't breathe and the whistling wheeze in my lungs sounded like a pipe organ (well, at least a very weird pan flute).
I've got my first dose of everthing in me (prednisone, a medicated inhaler, antibiotics, and codeine cough syrup). I have never had a cough that codeine didn't tame at least a little, but I might as well have taken tap water.
I'm exhausted, because I can't lay flat without feeling like I'm going to drown in my own goo (TMI, sorry)
Every time I breath it feels like shards of glass down my throat and through my chest. My ribs feel bruised from the monster coughing sessions.
I'm sure hoping the prednisone does it's job fast, because this is just so horrible. I thought my asthma was gone when we found it was being triggered by NSAIDs, but the nurse practitioner said that even if my asthma was drug-induced, it didn't mean that I didn't have real asthma, or that the asthma "went away." She has two children with asthma and her oldest daughter just had a very bad asthma attack after being symptom free for almost two years.
The virus probably triggered the asthma, which triggered the bronchitis, which started to become pneumonia. Fun, fun.
The (sort of) good news is that I can't taste anything, and I can't take more than a few bites without getting exhausted, so I'm only eating when really hungry.
I feel better upright than laying down, so I guess it's going to be trying to sleep in the recliner (then my arms go numb).
Yeah, I know I'm whining, and ranting, but it's distracting me from the panicky sensation not being able to breathe right is causing (I hyperventillated for the first time in my life this morning, because I was so panicked, luckily hubby recognized what was happening and got me a paper bag).
Hubby is "I told you so"ing, because he wanted me to go in to the walk-in on Tuesday, but on Tuesday it still seemed like a normal respiratory or sinus infection - the kind that usually, for most people, clear up on their own. Actually, mine never clear up on their own, but if I go to the doctor before I've been sick at least a week, they send me home to wait and see. Which then means two office visits, and being on medicare I try to avoid that if I can.
Looks like I didn't this time though, because I need to have a follow up appointment with my family doc early next week to make sure the meds are working, and this isn't sinking deeper into pneumonia.