Tag: coughing


who let the monster in?


I’m referring to the Bronchomonster from last year, folks.

(also referred to here, here, here, here and here. )  Oh wait…. also here, here, here, and here.   Yeahhh, it was THAT great.  ** insert eye roll here **

Here’s the thing, I had this WHOLE long post written up (remember guys, it takes me a ton longer to get a post published these days for some reason) I mean, a full-on, several-hundred words post about how great it was to have NOT had to deal with this bronchial infection stuff the way I did last year.  And you can just guess what happened after that, right?

 

Yep.  I’m sitting here, sucking the nebulizer as I type.  ARGH!  Seriously, folks, I AM thankful that I haven’t had it all this time, since last year, it started in August and did NOT leave until mid-November!!!

I think it probably got a foothold in when I went to have out-patient surgery last week.  GAH!  What’s that about?  Oh, well…you know since we knocked out out-of-pocket limit in the head back in March, Tommy and I have been getting all sorts of tests done and with a bout of weird “lady things” going on, my general physician wanted to send me for a consult with the gyno.  Yay.

They’d already done a really painful ultrasound earlier this year looking for something else.  I had to have that REDONE so there was that.  Then I had to have this tissue sample taken and THAT was simply horrific.

 

DISCLAIMER:  for the dudes who may be lurking out there, this is going to get really “woman-y” really fast, so brace yourselves for lots of uncomfortable info about what we ladies have to go through to keep our honey-pots healthy.  There.

 

So they tried to do this tissue sample thing in the office.  It was supposed to be a simple procedure, right?  No.  Not for Geannie.  Nothing is ever really simple with me.

They had to change the speculum THREE TIMES!  That thing is always painful to me since I’m made so weird in there anyway, but I had to lay there with one ill-fitting contraption in me while the nurse went to get another one, and then that one didn’t work either.  It was MISERABLE!  Then they started with the actual tissue retrieval.  Um, NO!

What they told me was it would be a small straw-like thing that the doc would then “spin” around in there to grab a bit of tissue.  Apparently, the first one collapsed on itself…I dunno, I guess it was defective and I’m thinking to myself it’s like when you get a straw with a hole in it and can’t drink your soda through it?  Who knows.  But yeah, then I had to wait while the nurse left AGAIN to get another one of those too.  I was bawling by the time they were done.

Both the female doc and the nurse were apologizing profusely, but that didn’t make it any better.  It was awful!

Early the next week, I get a call from the nurse telling me they hadn’t even gotten a tissue sample, just some “mucous” and I was waiting for her to say they had to do it again to which I was going to reply, “OH NO YOU DON’T!  I don’t care if it all rots and falls out, I am NOT going through THAT again!!”  But what she said was they wanted to do this as an out-patient surgery.  The plan was a hysteroscopy with D & C.  They had spotted a polyp which needed to be removed and biopsied plus I think they planned to just sorta clean all the thickened tissue out if needed.  So I’m like, “General anesthesia?”  which the nurse confirmed, so I said, “Okay, let’s do it.”

So anyway, I had that done last Tuesday and it was a breeze comparatively.  Other than some minor cramping and the sensation that I’d been scrubbed out down there with a brillo pad, there wasn’t a ton of pain.  All the rawness was gone and I was feeling pretty much back to normal the next day…except for a sore throat.  The nurse told me that was from the tube they’d put down my throat during surgery.

But I knew it wasn’t.

I started doubling up on my elderberry syrup and vitamin C, but apparently, it was too little, too late.  By yesterday evening, I knew I was in for a bout of the Bronchomonster.

I think probably having an infection (found out from the pre-op tests I had a couple bacterial infections brewing) my immune system was weakened just enough to let this awful broncho-stuff take hold.  Oh, that and it just turned pretty cold around home, too.  Not that the cold weather gives you a cold, of course, but it sure didn’t do my throat any favors on top of all the other stuff.

Thank God, though, the throat isn’t a big issue anymore.  It’s this coughing, but–again, thank God– it’s nothing near like last year and hopefully, I’m getting on top of it soon enough to clear it up without any steroids or antibiotics.  My good friend echinacea is going into the teapot today and I’ll be adding some other germ-fighting, immune boosting home remedies to the roster.  Ha.  If only it were that simple, huh?

I’m not even going to bore you with what the surgery/anesthesia/sick-getting has done to my blood sugars.  I am throwing insulin at them by the vial and still, they’re staying up around 300, which adds to yuckiness.  I’ve never had this much trouble with my sugar going high when I’m sick before.  Usually, only steroids do anything close to this.  UGH!

Okay, so there you go, folks.  You’re pretty much up to date on the state of affairs in my world right now.  I hope all of you are staying well and healthy!  If you have any other good self-help, home remedies for me, please leave a comment!  I’m open to ANYthing that’ll get me well ASAP!

THANKS!

 

 

 


more doctor stuff…


So, after THIS yesterday, it was confirmed via the cardio himself that it’s not likely to be my heart that is at fault in all this coughing/hacking/allergy-ish crud.

He agreed it was probably a good idea to go ahead with the stress test and echo my GP had ordered, but that he didn’t think there was any heart issue causing the problems I’m having now.  So they went ahead and set all that up for first thing tomorrow morning here in town.

I am still coughing and hacking up junk occasionally.  My GP switched me to a different antibiotic, gave me another steroid shot and a script for a long course of oral steroids.

She told me to hold off on the oral steroids until she could see if there was an opening at the allergist for me in Lexington.  She said I could get in a lot quicker up there than waiting for an appointment here.

So this morning, I got a text telling me I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon with the allergist in Lexington.  Great.  I have no clue how long those tests will take or if I’ll feel like driving myself to Lexington afterward.

I talked to the receptionist at the GP’s and she told me no, I wouldn’t have time to make the Lexington appointment after the stress and echo at the cardiologist, so to I told her I’d rather keep the allergist’s appointment.  Makes the most sense to me.

I’ve never been to the office in Lexington and don’t know where it is, so I had to call up there and get the address.  Well, that was after the kinda goofy gal tried to explain to me how to get there.  Egads!  I would much rather have an address I can pop into the GPS, thanks!

So I’m pretty sure I can get there okay.  Tommy’s so busy with work anymore, besides all the crap stuff he has on his plate at home fixing other people’s stuff, he can’t go with me anywhere anymore.

Seriously, we hardly have any time together these days that we aren’t both wiped completely out.  It really sucks and I’m fighting really hard to keep from being really down about it.  Ugh!

Anyway, I rescheduled my cardio tests for Tuesday.

I’m not doing much of anything today.  The coughing is intermittent, which is better than constant, but my head is so stopped up and I can’t seem to get any relief from that at all.

In other news, while I was at my GP appointment yesterday, Tommy called to tell me he’d been attacked by yellow jackets on the job.

Gah!  He came home one day last week with one single sting inside his upper arm that looked nasty!  It had puffed up and was spread out as big as his hand!  I gave him some Benedryl and made him sit in his recliner.  It didn’t’ take long for him to fall asleep, something else he has needed really bad.

Yesterday, though, he had about 15 stings.  He was asking me where the Benedryl was and I told him he needed to get his butt to the ER.  He flatly refused and asked if I thought my doc would give him a shot.

Really?  Sheesh… I told him I’d ask, but I doubted it since he wasn’t a patient there.  Of course, I was right.  I told him to take the Benedryl with him, drive straight to his doctor’s office and get himself taken care of.

All this conversation was going on while I was getting my own steroids administered to the butt.  Sheesh…

In a few minutes, he called back saying they had told him to get to the ER.  (why doesn’t he ever learn to listen to me??) but he was still fussing and making noise as if he wasn’t going to go.  I told him, Look jack, I’m sick, I’m at the doctor’s office myself, I already had my shot in the butt, the least you can do is go get yours before something bad happens and you stress me out EVEN MORE than I already am, okay?

That seemed to shut him up with the excuses, but I still wasn’t sure he was going to do what I told him.

In the meantime, however, I had my own doc in the room and needed to talk to her.  She switched my antibiotics to the first one she started to give me last week.  It’s basically the same thing I had been taking, only a tad stronger.  Remember, I have major issues with several antibiotics, so I have to be really careful what I take.  But it was pretty clear the Keflex wasn’t doing anything.

The main thing with the Omnicef last time was it didn’t seem to work either, however, that was with an ear infection, so we decided to try it again anyway.

I finally got done in the GP’s and headed up the street to the cardiologist, where I was almost late already.  I texted Tommy to make sure he had gone on to the hospital.  He said he was in a room already since they had taken him back ASAP.

So I went in and registered.  It didn’t take too long for them to call me back.  The nurse did an EKG first thing and then left me to wait for the doctor.  He wasn’t long either, and asked me a bunch of questions.  Mostly he seemed confused about why I was there.  I told him I didn’t believe my heart was to blame for the coughing either, but that my GP wanted to be sure there wasn’t something going on since I have type 1 and he agreed it would be a good idea to do the tests.

After I got out of there, I called Tommy again. He was waiting for them to give him a shot.  He wanted me to go eat lunch with him.  I needed lunch since it was about 1 o’clock by now and my sugar was in the 60’s already.

I sat in the parking lot and ate a few Lifesavers before heading across town to Cheddar’s where Tommy wanted to meet.

By the time I got over there, he still hadn’t got his shot yet, and I didn’t want to sit in the restaurant feeling like crap, so I leaned my seat back and rested while he was getting that stuff done.

We didn’t piddle around eating and then headed home.  Tommy stopped by the pharmacy to pick up our collective meds.  Mom came by just after Tommy got here.  She was checking to see what had happened at the doctors.

Tommy and I had planned to make a run to the grocery store since we are out of a ton of stuff, but we were both exhausted, so I proposed a power nap and then go to get groceries.  It didn’t take twice to convince him, so I was almost asleep before my head hit the pillow.  He apparently didn’t sleep much.  Maybe his shot kept him awake.  He’s more sensitive to stuff like that than I am.  There’s not a whole lot that can keep me from sleeping.

We got our groceries and picked up a pizza on the way back home.  Definitely not the best option since I had a steroid shot running through me again, jacking my sugars up.  But it was what Tommy wanted and I couldn’t think of anything else.  I emptied the rest of my reservoir on supper, though.  sigh

So today, I get a text telling me I have an afternoon appointment with the allergist in Lexington.  I called to see if it was going to be possible for me to make it up there after the echo and stress test that  morning.  They said no, so i asked them to reschedule the tests because I am PRAYING that seeing the allergist will be more helpful than anything else.

I’m still hacking but not constantly.  The congestion is a bit worse, but more tight than loose.  I’m so beyond ready to be over this.  I feel like I have fallen off the world, ya know?  It feels like I am stuck here, trying to …well, most of the time it feels like I’m just trying not to die, and the rest of the world just goes on without me.  Ugh!  I just don’t know why none of these meds are helping.  If this is really all just allergies?  I mean, the ONLY “new” meds I’ve been given since getting so sick are the steroids and antibiotics.  All the allergy medicines I was ALREADY taking on a daily basis.

I just pray that we can get some answers soon.  I really need to stop being so sick.  I mean, I am REALLY done with this stuff!


crap sammich


That’s where I’ve been living for almost a month now.  Now, I don’t normally use the “other” word…$h!+.  So don’t go thinking I toned this phrase down for posting on my blog.  I assure you, I didn’t….but that’s about all I can think of when I ponder how my life’s been these past few weeks.  Just a big ol’ crap sammich!

They are telling me it’s allergies, but I’ve never had allergies treat me so bad in my life!  I mean, this started out like just a case of the sniffles.  Seriously!  Nothing major, just a bit of drainage…not even a sore throat, and then that cough started.

I guess I’ll never post any such declaration as> THIS <again!  You betcha!  I mean, the very title is just asking for a big ol’ dose of Murphy’s law or karma or whatever you wanna call it.

I don’t actually believe in those things, but if I was trying to decide whether to believe or not, these weeks since that post would make a believer out of me!  And God knows, I wasn’t bragging!  I was just trying to share my joy!  Honestly!  sigh

So here I am now, for whatever reason God has, with this nasty bronchial/sinus infection now.  After going to see a doctor I didn’t know, (because I couldn’t get in touch with mine due to a cruddy phone system) y’know, to get in front of this thing, and getting NOTHING done other than confirming no infection (and I am sure I didn’t have one at the time) I have ended up Friday having a Decadron shot, a round of antibiotics, doubling up on the guaifenesin, adding a steroid inhaler plus nebulizer treatments, making sure I take the nasal spray steroid (that I’m so bad about missing!) and now another 3 days of oral steroid just because my cough was still bad when my doc called me Monday.

In case you are a non-D person and don’t know, anytime a person with diabetes has to take a steroid, it sends their blood sugars soaring.  That’s just the nature of the beast, which is why some doctors are so hesitant to give them to a PWD.

I assured my doc I could adjust the basal rates on my insulin pump to handle the rise in blood sugars, but man, I had forgotten just how hard it is to manage my sugars while on steroids.  Egads!  Having high sugars makes you feel like poo all by itself, so it’s like a crap sammich with a side of poo, y’know!?!

Today has probably been the least fatigued I’ve felt since this whole thing started.  I’m not sure if that’s because my mom and my aunt came down to help with the house this morning or not.

I really, REALLY didn’t want them to come.   I mean, Lord knows I need the help around here but do you have any idea what the home of a depressed person with diabetes who has been sick for weeks actually looks like??  It is NOT pretty, folks.  And my mom is a perfectionist housekeeper.  We have had some doozies about my inability to keep my house up to her standards over the years.  But bless her heart, she didn’t fuss too much and I know good and well she wanted to.  I guess maybe she’s figured out I have been really, really sick.  Maybe it’s sinking in that dealing with depression on top of diabetes is a big load to bear and doesn’t lend itself to being an organized, always-on-top-of-it person who keeps their house spotless.  Especially not one of those who also has some hoarding tendencies.  Heaven help!

So yeah, I might be a tad better today.  I sure hope these steroids will move this cough on out, though.  I have one day left of those.  My doc wants to send me for a cardio workup just to make sure none of this coughing is due to a heart issue though.  I really don’t think it is.  The only time I have any sort of lung issue is if I :

  1. get tickled or
  2. get choked or
  3. get something like this

Then I’ll end up hacking my lungs out, sounding like a long-time smoker (no joke!) and needing a rescue inhaler.  I think the main reason Doc is sending me for cardio tests is that I had a nasty coughing fit in her office.  You could hear me barking all over the office.  They were bringing me cups of water and Doc wouldn’t let me leave til I had taken the sample steroid inhaler and then a nebulizer treatment.  It was awful and I was sure glad it wasn’t far to my house, but then I had to stop at the pharmacy, which was on the way.  Only, they didn’t have the one item I really needed right then…the cough syrup…so I had to drive back across town to get that at another location.  sigh  Ain’t that always the way, though?

Anyhows, so that’s where I stand with this lastest issue of Creeping Crud Magazine.  Ugh.  I am so ready to be done with this.  I realized though, thanks to Facebook and Timehop, that I’m always sick, getting sick or getting over being sick at this time of year.  If it IS allergies, then perhaps if I set a reminder on my calendar for the end of August to start being super-diligent with my allergy treatments, up the vitamin C, etc. if maybe, just maybe that would help?  What do you think?  Is that crazy?  I know if I don’t do that though, I’ll forget it completely.  Do any of you do things like that??…set reminders for yearly things besides birthdays and anniversaries??

So how are you guys doing with allergies?  I take allergy meds year round and have done so for decades.  Used to, this seasonal stuff really didn’t bother me but now, oh boy.  It sure jacks me up!

Hope you are all well and free of Creep-o Crud!


that’s not my dog…


Sorry.  That’s me barking.  For real, guys.  I am hacking and barking like a seal.  Like rib-crunching, body-jarring coughing.  But that’s usually how I roll.

Coughing and me are old acquaintances.  I think Cough would like to be more than that.  I mean, he obviously sees us as friends as often as he comes by and as long as he stays once he gets here.

I’ve told him, “Cough,” I’ve said, “I really don’t think we’re all that compatible.  I mean, true, I can be a royal party-pooper, but you?  C’mon!  You take the cake, pal.”

But he seems oblivious to my subtle rebuff.   So I get a little more aggressive with my dismissal…

“And actually I’m not into that deal where you hurt the one you love, y’know.  Although…I could definitely knock you into next week, though there’s just no love here on my part.  Frankly, this is not even one of those ‘we can just be friends’ situations, either.  To be completely honest, you make me angry.  Y’know, like Dave Banner just before The Hulk angry.”

via GIPHY

“…and dude, seriously, you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

That’s how I’d LIKE it to go.  But actually it’s more Cough has already morphed into The Hulk and I’m whatever this is he’s smackin’ to smithereens:

via GIPHY

So…yeah, I’ve been way scarce here and I am hating it!  Hopefully, ol’ Cough will find some fresh prey and head on outta here and leave me a-LONE!

Y’all be good now…


slowly but surely


This is an update to my last “health” post sick again, naturally.

I made it to the allergist in one piece. Turns out this was the same office I’d been to in another town. This doc has offices in a couple other towns, and I couldn’t remember the name of the doctor to save my life! So anyhow, that meant they had my last scratch test results and other info. It wasn’t quite three years ago since that last visit, so they didn’t redo the scratch test again. I was VERY thankful for that!

I saw the PA, who I liked very well. She said it sounded like I just really needed some maintenance meds for the asthma. She gave me a steroid inhaler and a refill for the albuterol for my nebulizer. I’m supposed to take it twice a day along with another similar medicine, iprapropium. Boy, does it make me jittery! I’d never had much of a reaction with albuterol alone, but the two of them together make my heart race and feel like I’m gonna crawl out of my skin. I hate it!

The steroid is the nastiest thing I’ve ever tasted! She gave me a sample of it so I’m stuck with it for awhile, but my insurance won’t cover it so I’ll have to get some other similar inhaler after this runs out.

I’m not sure if she’s planning to keep me on that one for maintenance or not. Not sure what kind of affects inhaled steroids have so I need to research that.

She also gave me antibiotics, my usual after I told her it’s the only one that seems to work for me…Keflex. It seems to be doing the job. I still have plenty of coughing, but not the violent fits where I can’t get a breath.

So…for my own benefit, there’s the update. Finally doing better and I’m SO thankful!


sick again, naturally


Sorry. That old song “Alone Again Naturally” came to mind when I started writing. Maybe that’s not the name of it, but the chorus says that. And that’s how I feel.
Sick and tired
You know those memory apps that show what you posted or took photos of however many years ago? I have been seeing them for a good week talking about being really sick. Like, year after year, I am sick this time of year.

Why does it always seem like I’m surprised by it? I just don’t get that. Apparently I’m a lot more forgetful than I realize. Heh.

So yep, I’m sick again. I’ve been doing the hacking sporadic coughing fits thing for over a month. I got this new doctor as I mentioned and she’s really intent on getting me into better health. Bless her heart, I don’t think she knows what’s she’s getting herself into, but more power to her, I say! At least she is willing to try. She’s got me set up to see an allergist in a few days and that meant going off my allergy meds.

I don’t think that’s where my problem started at all. It sure didn’t help things though. And that’s kinda weird too because obviously the meds weren’t doing all they should have, so why am I so much worse now?

Who knows? I seldom stick to the medical books.

I was supposed to go to the dentist this morning to get one of the three trouble-makers fixed, but I was coughing so bad there was no way. I didn’t sleep much and I have a pounding headache that’s constant now instead of just when I cough. Feels like my skull’s gonna pop open.

I really can’t imagine that I’ll hear anything much different from this doctor. I mean, I’ve been to an allergist before a few years ago. They confirmed I have asthma and was allergic to some random things that I don’t really have that much contact with and put me on allergy shots.

I finished out those and saw no change in symptoms. I am just really hoping this guy doesn’t suggest that again. For one, I detest driving to get those stupid shots, then sitting in the sick room (waiting room) until the time’s up.

For two, I am REALLY not interested in doing it when they don’t “fix” me, ya know?
too awesome for sick
My concern today is that I’m setting up a chest infection. If that’s the case, I don’t think I can wait for another three days. I’ve called my new doc, first thing this morning actually. I haven’t heard anything yet. Strike one, I guess.

*sigh* I had high hopes for this one. I’m not counting her out yet, but she really needs to get in touch with me.

UPDATE: I finally heard from the doctor’s office. As I feared, there’s really nothing to be done since nothing is yellow or green, thus probably no infection. I was advised to just hang in with the saline and use steam and then call if anything DOES turn color. I’m just trying to be thankful that there IS no infection, but when I get to that allergist dude better break out the steroids once those tests are over. Chick is dyin’ here!