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Health Update
May. 8th, 2008 02:53 pmWell there are pros and cons and a heavy dose of “huh?”
On the pro side - I’m CURED. Seriously cured. In fact, I feel better than I have since I can remember in all but one way (which I will get to). I returned to Dr. K (unfortunately it was Dr. K now not his extra sexy registrar *cries* though Dr. K is cute and male - and I thought the opposite on both counts) who was most pleased and told me to finish my pills and let him know what the result is (because apparently my symptoms COULD have gone because either a) they were going to disappear anyway or b) because of the pills he gave me, and he’s kind of curious to see which it is since he belongs to the “guess and treat it” school of medicine rather than the “find out what it is and treat it” school). But I feel great great great. I’m looking better, I’m feeling better I have energy and enthusiasm and life and body feels good again! Soooo euphoric after months of feeling like crap.
And then he says “hmmm this breath chart is interesting.” Which is bad. Doctors never find good things interesting. This is known. Healthy people bore doctors. For the last month I’ve been reporting my “peak flow” readings - which apparently means blowing into a tube and looking at the little number on the side. We did another test at the hospital on a biiiiiig machine with a tube and a piece of paper with a lie detector pencil skittering across it. The plus side? Apparently I have the lungs of a baby elephant. Which is odd for someone of my height apparently, but one of my breath into the tubey type thing went off the chart entirely and the peak flow graph had problems because it only goes up to 550 and I went over that sometimes.
So, more good news? Well apparently not because my chart is SPIKY. And SPIKY is a BAAAD thing. Apparently. It means I breathe better at different times of day or something like that. Me? I’m not seeing a problem with this. I feeeeel great, who cares if my breathing is only super-normal in a morning and super-duper normal in an evening?
Dr. K cares. Git.
And he’s given me an inhaler. As in an asthma inhaler. Cue freak out - I’ve said before I hate taking any kind of medication. I won’t even touch aspirin unless I’m held down and I’m the world’s BIGGEST wimp when it comes to needles - not because it hurts but because it’s CHEMICALS GOING INTO MY VEINS!!!! *panic panic* the only way I cope with any kind of medication is because I know it’s TEMPORARY. A chronic ailment of any kind? This I cannot handle! Nope nope nope.
It doesn’t make any sense to me either. How can someone have uber-breathing of DOOOM and be able to push the needles off the chart with his might breath AND be asthmatic? Does not compute!
*rides off to denial land*
On the pro side - I’m CURED. Seriously cured. In fact, I feel better than I have since I can remember in all but one way (which I will get to). I returned to Dr. K (unfortunately it was Dr. K now not his extra sexy registrar *cries* though Dr. K is cute and male - and I thought the opposite on both counts) who was most pleased and told me to finish my pills and let him know what the result is (because apparently my symptoms COULD have gone because either a) they were going to disappear anyway or b) because of the pills he gave me, and he’s kind of curious to see which it is since he belongs to the “guess and treat it” school of medicine rather than the “find out what it is and treat it” school). But I feel great great great. I’m looking better, I’m feeling better I have energy and enthusiasm and life and body feels good again! Soooo euphoric after months of feeling like crap.
And then he says “hmmm this breath chart is interesting.” Which is bad. Doctors never find good things interesting. This is known. Healthy people bore doctors. For the last month I’ve been reporting my “peak flow” readings - which apparently means blowing into a tube and looking at the little number on the side. We did another test at the hospital on a biiiiiig machine with a tube and a piece of paper with a lie detector pencil skittering across it. The plus side? Apparently I have the lungs of a baby elephant. Which is odd for someone of my height apparently, but one of my breath into the tubey type thing went off the chart entirely and the peak flow graph had problems because it only goes up to 550 and I went over that sometimes.
So, more good news? Well apparently not because my chart is SPIKY. And SPIKY is a BAAAD thing. Apparently. It means I breathe better at different times of day or something like that. Me? I’m not seeing a problem with this. I feeeeel great, who cares if my breathing is only super-normal in a morning and super-duper normal in an evening?
Dr. K cares. Git.
And he’s given me an inhaler. As in an asthma inhaler. Cue freak out - I’ve said before I hate taking any kind of medication. I won’t even touch aspirin unless I’m held down and I’m the world’s BIGGEST wimp when it comes to needles - not because it hurts but because it’s CHEMICALS GOING INTO MY VEINS!!!! *panic panic* the only way I cope with any kind of medication is because I know it’s TEMPORARY. A chronic ailment of any kind? This I cannot handle! Nope nope nope.
It doesn’t make any sense to me either. How can someone have uber-breathing of DOOOM and be able to push the needles off the chart with his might breath AND be asthmatic? Does not compute!
*rides off to denial land*