Yesterday, beside being my mom’s death anniversary, was the day I went to my pulmonologist for a routine checkup. That checkup didn’t go so well, nor did I suspect it would.
I have been having trouble because of the allergy season. This is one of my two bad times of the year. I successfully navigated bronchitis around Easter and am still having breathing issues.
Well, I failed my breathing test. Oy. The doctor said, “Yep. Asthma.” Nothing more than that. He told me to continue doing what I have been doing and to take my rescue inhaler when needed. Other than that, I see him again in six months.
He did renew a prescription of meds for me. They keep me on a standby one-two of antibiotics and prednisone when I have a bronchitis attack. That combo got me through Holy Week and Easter so he ordered another set of meds for me to keep and begin if/when I develop another bad case. If it follows patterns, that would be in the winter.
It’s heck getting older but thank God for doctors and medications. I’d probably be dead without them.