The last 24 hours have pretty much sucked. Asthma really is a nightmare. I had to take my Aiden in to the doctor twice because he was having trouble breathing. The first doctor we saw pretty much ignored us. He kept explaining HOW to use all the asthma medication we already use every day. I kept saying "yes, I know" but basically I think he thought I was just a moron who wasn't doing it right. I tried to explain that we have been using the medications for almost 5 years steady and I really do understand that we have to use the inhalers every day... I get it. We do it. Every day. Then he checks Aiden's ears and says "they look a little inflamed" and check his throat "yes, looks a little sore... probably from coughing".... YOU THINK??? Then he sent us home with no help whatsoever. I felt like screaming and sobbing and saying "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME!!! I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR MY SON STRUGGLING TO BREATH ANYMORE!"
I then spent the rest of the day watching my son struggle to breath through fits of croupy coughing. At times there were tears flowing down his cheeks while he coughed and he would grab a hold of his dad or me because he was so scared. That is just wrong.
Finally at around supper time I couldn't take it anymore and we went into the hospital. We saw our family doctor there and she immediately knew what I was talking about. I almost cried with relief. She sent us home with a prescription for some massive asthma meds. We did the first treatment before Aiden went to bed but of course the night SUCKED. Aiden struggled all night long.
Finally after this mornings treatment he started to breath easier. Such a relief. We have to do the treatments 4 times daily for 5 days.
Of course my husband is still horribly sick with a fever and bronchitis. And I have bronchitis too. While I was seeing our doctor with Aiden she heard me coughing and told me to get some meds too.
She said "You have to take care of yourself too you know."
And I DO know that. Really. But I am not finding that super easy to do. My house is a disaster area, my family is ill, Owen and Olivia still need attention, and to top it all off we are supposed to go away for prayer retreat (pastor's and their wives conference for our district) on Monday.
We'll see if we actually go. I'm sure not leaving my kiddo while he is struggling to breath.
Have you ever noticed how things seem to happen all at the same time?