Happy Monday, everybody!!
Zoey and I woke up at 7 o'clock on Saturday (just like every other day). I had very little coffee, I usually have a full cup, but I wasn't right. I started having breathing problems at 9 o'clock. That ended about a half an hour later. "Well, that wasn't too bad, maybe I won't have to go to the hospital after-all!".... Finally took my medicine, and my breathing started getting harsh again. Why do you do this to me?!
I woke Josh up around 11 o'clock, but I didn't mention the breathing, I figured it would go away shortly. I got up and walked to the bedroom to try and work through it. Well, it quickly turned into wheezing.... CRAP!.... It was getting worse by the second, Josh came in to help me calm down. That is when the contractions started (contractions alone can take the breath away). I was getting dizzy and my hearing was getting fuzzy. Dr. Josh insisted on going to the hospital. At the time I was a little frustrated, because I didn't want to burden him. We quickly got Zoey ready and rushed to the hospital, at this time I was having a contraction every 5 minutes. They weren't as bad as labor contractions, but they were worse than braxton hicks contractions. Any kind of contractions are worrisome when they are only 5 minutes apart.
I was sent back right away when we got there (small hospital, not very busy). At this point they were only a couple minutes apart. They hooked me up to the vital monitor (whatever it is called) and started asking question. I wasn't able to say a word without feeling like I was going to suffocate. You know when you are deep under water and you can no longer hold your breath, so you start swimming to the top, that weak leg, panicking feeling because you are desperate for air? That is what it felt like.
They gave me a breathing treatment while Josh took Zoey to her Papaw's, then took me to get a CAT scan. They spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get saline into my veins, but it wasn't going through. They kept moving the IV tube around, taking off the tape, putting it back on. They finally decided to give me a separate injection. They gave me saline and then the fluid that makes you feel warm through out the body (can't remember what it is called). Then had to push that through during the CAT scan. I kept having contractions, laying flat on my back.. my heavy chest pressing down on my lungs, my arms above my head, so that is putting pressure on my airway. In total, I was on my back for about 20 minutes. The guy that did my CAT scan was actually really nice. They were all nice, but he was more concerned about Connor and let me take my time getting up and laying down. Asked me every couple minutes if I was ok.
When I got back to the room, Josh was still gone. They hooked me up to the monitor again. At this point it was about 3pm. I've been in this dang hospital for 3 and a half hours! They won't find anything wrong... I can just feel it. Welp, the doctor comes in and tell me they couldn't see anything wrong. They heard a little wheezing when they first checked my lungs, but that is it. Since that was the only thing, asthma... I could possibly have asthma. I didn't even know you could develop asthma as an adult. I've never had a problem with my breathing. Not even when I'm sick. My breathing is a little different in the cold, but I'm sure it's normal. Then they brought up asthma and my anxiety. That makes sense. It gets worse because I start freaking out because I'm breathing and I'm having contractions. But... how does it all start. Every time my "breathing episodes" start, I'm sitting down... I haven't been anxious or stressed about anything when they start.
They finally discharged me right when Josh got back, and prescribed me an inhaler. (It only works for so long). I was dropped off at home to "relax", I decided to clean up the living room and do dishes, haha. Josh had to run back and get Zoey and go to the store. They got back, dinner was made and then we just relaxed.
Sunday I wanted to stay home while Josh went to his dad's, but I didn't want to be a lone with Zoey since I was exhausted.... so I went... just to find out, Josh was going to take Zoey with him and leave me... if I knew that, I would have stayed home. Plus, I didn't want to have any breathing problems over there. I ended up having to use my inhaler a few hours before I was supposed to. I was having a lot of problems over there. I was too humid outside and it was too smokey inside... I was ready to leave the minute we got there. I felt bad, but I just wanted to be in the comfort of my own home while trying not to die.
I guess we will figure out more, the more problems I have. I have had a couple of contractions and breathing problems already since starting this. So, I'm going to leave it at that and try to calm myself down. Once again, I would everyone's feedback, because I need to just survive for another 6 weeks.
