Aside from the lack of sleep from last night’s party today seemed exceptionally long. I spent a few hours of it with my youngest daughter at Candie’s house. She was having a garage sale before they move out of their house next week and sublet another apartment until they find out where Mark will be working this coming school year. Avery was there too and it was nice to sit and talk, even in this heat, with friends.
But what I spent the majority of my time doing today was coughing. Not the polite cough one does to clear their throat of a funny little tickle. No, this was the cough of a lung trying desperately to escape the confines of the rib cage through the esophagus…
This all started about four days ago when I felt suddenly feverish and run down. A couple of hours later a wild wind blew in along with stormy clouds and increased humidity. To put it lightly, by body can feel allergens coming from hundreds of miles away apparently.
The next day storm clouds loomed and I hoped for rain because usually that releases the pressure, or clears the allergens or something…and I feel much better. But the rain came and as I walked out afterwards into a wall of humidity my face felt like it was going to implode. Ever since my breathing has become increasingly painful and prone to fits of coughing.
I never had allergies until I turned 18, then I was used to it only interfering with my life in the fall season. Now, it’s all year, I never know when it’s going to hit and I have, what the doctor calls, allergy induced asthma. I didn’t have a regular doctor for the longest time (I had no allergy problems while I was pregnant by the way) so I would end up in the Texas Med Clinic for an Albuterol treatment. If I took this to my doctor now I might actually get an inhaler, which is sounding pretty good right about now, as I get winded walking up the stairs and cough for three minutes afterward.
The only problem is I am working in a non-traditional, time sensitive Academy to train kids to retake their end of course exams and I can’t exactly call in for a day or make a doctor’s appointment. Then, this weekend we are once again leaving town and I will not be able to try and see my doctor then either. I can only hope I can be better by then, or that my doctor will be open on July 5th or 6th so I can get an appointment on my day off.
AHHH, the joys of getting older! If only they didn’t all happen all at once…is this why people fear 30 so much?