A Christmas tradition I'd rather stop right in its tracks.
Last night, about 1900hrs, I suffered what only be described as one the scariest moments of my medical life. I was sitting here at my desk, writing a response to blog post and thinking "about time for an inhaler.." when my breathing suddenly became much worse, my head clouded over, and I found myself unable to do more than wiggle my fingers loosely. 911 was called, and with Kirsten's help I was able to take a hit of my Qvar (should have been the Combvient, but I wasn't thinking clearly and I was taken, by ambulance, the Santa Clara Kaiser.
As usual, they stuck a dozen sticky patches on me for monitor leads. Big fun came when my heart rates went from about 89 to 145bpm in seconds and then back; and I didn't feel a thing. That earned me a second EKG. X-rays were taken, blood was eventually taken (my draws were done at first by an Paramedic Intern. My veins were their usual selves and failed to cooperate.)
Eventual result? Right now they're calling it pneumonia for lack of a better term. I have a week's worth of antibiotics, a new inhaler, and I'm exhausted.
As usual, they stuck a dozen sticky patches on me for monitor leads. Big fun came when my heart rates went from about 89 to 145bpm in seconds and then back; and I didn't feel a thing. That earned me a second EKG. X-rays were taken, blood was eventually taken (my draws were done at first by an Paramedic Intern. My veins were their usual selves and failed to cooperate.)
Eventual result? Right now they're calling it pneumonia for lack of a better term. I have a week's worth of antibiotics, a new inhaler, and I'm exhausted.
