![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am absolutely furious with my own body.
For the most part, we get on pretty well. Usually. I'm pretty healthy, and although I'm noticing the effects of aging, I keep myself in rather good shape, if I do say so myself. I never had any serious body-acceptance issues. I managed to get pregnant pretty much when I wanted to do so. I've never had any serious medical problems. And in return, I don't piss my body off very often. I don't make it a habit to go out and get drunk, I eat healthy, I get enough sleep, I'm diligent about exercise.
There is something just base-level survival about being able to breathe, and I am livid that my lungs are not willing to cooperate with something that I need to stay fricking alive. That I usually manage every day without even thinking about it. But for the last four days, I can't breathe without going into paroxysms of coughing that tears at my throat and hurts my ribs and brings me to the verge of vomiting. Hundreds of times an hour. I just want to backhand my own body into next week for being so uncooperative. Which is really stupid when you think about it. I can't get anything accomplished; I can barely think.
Not sure if I'm going in to work tomorrow. If I go, I'm sure as hell not biking. I couldn't even walk down the block to the National Night Out gathering for root beer floats tonight without leaning heavily on Rob's arm.
Just f*cking breathe without choking to death, goddamn you.
For the most part, we get on pretty well. Usually. I'm pretty healthy, and although I'm noticing the effects of aging, I keep myself in rather good shape, if I do say so myself. I never had any serious body-acceptance issues. I managed to get pregnant pretty much when I wanted to do so. I've never had any serious medical problems. And in return, I don't piss my body off very often. I don't make it a habit to go out and get drunk, I eat healthy, I get enough sleep, I'm diligent about exercise.
There is something just base-level survival about being able to breathe, and I am livid that my lungs are not willing to cooperate with something that I need to stay fricking alive. That I usually manage every day without even thinking about it. But for the last four days, I can't breathe without going into paroxysms of coughing that tears at my throat and hurts my ribs and brings me to the verge of vomiting. Hundreds of times an hour. I just want to backhand my own body into next week for being so uncooperative. Which is really stupid when you think about it. I can't get anything accomplished; I can barely think.
Not sure if I'm going in to work tomorrow. If I go, I'm sure as hell not biking. I couldn't even walk down the block to the National Night Out gathering for root beer floats tonight without leaning heavily on Rob's arm.
Just f*cking breathe without choking to death, goddamn you.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:00 am (UTC)I'm so sorry.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:20 am (UTC)http://www.news-medical.net/?id=21178
This probably doesn't lessen your distress, however.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:33 am (UTC)This is something I can identify with. I am deathly allergic to cats (which is a sadness-making thing I would not wish upon anybody) and when I say Deathly, I mean, Deathly. My pharmacist recommended I talk to a doc about getting prescribed an epinephrine needle or some such device. (Although we have discovered that I can take Zyrtec EVERY DAY and my reactions are much much lessened. But only if I have taken Zyrtec for at least a week or two preceding exposure. My quality of life has actually gone way up since I began to take Zyrtec every day.)
But a lot of people wouldn't understand that I couldn't come over to their house for a simple game night, even for a couple of hours, because a couple hours exposure meant coughing for the next 24 hours, and about five hours til my chest stopped feeling tight. I once slept overnight at a friend's house with cats, and was sick for a week.
It's very frightening and infuriating not be able to breathe normally, or to at least have to remind yourself, "Now I inhale, long and slow, now I exhale, long and slow," and every breath is like a lifetime of fear wherein you wonder what happens if that next breath doesn't come. Or if you sleep propped up with pillows because you literally can't lie down.
My friends: Hot tea (or alternately cold slushy drinks--one sorta numbs, the other soothes) and warm showers. Also when I'd get really bad, I'd put a heating pad on my chest and vapor rub myself.
(If you aren't suffering from allergies, might I suggest checking out caffeine intake? Or find out if you've been causing extra acid production with dietary choices? I have two known issues with my body--allergies and my GERD. And my GERD was identified when I had breathing issues after a few weeks of hyper-secreting acid with too much caffeine and crappy diet. Basically all the acid surged up into my esophagus and caused all kinds of imflammation which tightened the blood vessels around my lungs and made me feel like I was about to pass out or stop breathing. It may be something else entirely, maybe the suspected allergies, but your description of the vomiting feeling rang a bell.)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:50 am (UTC)It sounds to me (based on your bronchitis/asthma/lung misery of winter and now this) that your asthma is a semi-recent thing, something that was diagnosed in the last few years. My guess is that your doctor gave you the Advair inhaler because it dealt with the asthma at the level you were suffering when you were seen that time; however, it has gotten worse since then, and you need different medication.
Also, sometimes lung problems have a root cause like GERD, where your lungs are being torn up by digestive fluids that are wandering out into areas they're not supposed to be; this makes them much more vulnerable to other irritants. (I had a college friend whose asthma went from life-threatening to no big deal when his reflux was finally treated.) (Beware of Reglan, though; they started with that one and he went from chipper to despondent inside of 24 hours. Fortunately his girlfriend realized it was the drug, and not an actual existential crisis, and he was back to normal 48 hours later. They found another drug to treat the reflux.)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 05:12 am (UTC)(Also because the current drugs clearly aren't working and there do seem to be alternatives.)
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 06:36 am (UTC)If you don't have an inhaler, call your doctor and GET ONE. You'll feel SO much better and the coughing and wheezing will stop.
*hugs and jasmine tea*
*and cupcakes, because who doesn't love cupcakes?*
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 10:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 11:15 am (UTC)- you do need to pursue this. It may take quite a bit of trying things out to find the treatments that will work best for you, and I know you don't need more stress right now. But in my experience until you get it controlled, it will be lousy and only make you more susceptible to more problems.
- it is actually biochemically normal to feel angry and anxious and not be able to think when you can't breathe; it's your body going into overdrive to get you to fix the problem. It's your lizard brain taking over to ensure your survival. That doesn't make it go away but you can remind yourself that this is instinct coming at you, not weakness or irrationality. It is very rational for your brain to pump adrenaline into your body so it keeps breathing.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 11:40 am (UTC)I find pranayama exercises very helpful both in preventing and in dealing with respiratory ailments.
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 04:14 pm (UTC)The doctor wound up giving me these superpills that looked like little yellow bath beads. They numbed my lungs (seriously) and I could breathe properly until the pills wore off. No coughing or anything. They did make me a little sleepy, but it was worth it. Maybe your doctor could give you something similar?
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 06:09 pm (UTC)Catherine
(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 07:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-06 10:49 pm (UTC)I nearly killed myself because I thought I could handle my breathing difficulties on my own since I was taking my Advair and using my inhaler. Now that my asthma is more controlled, I can't believe I let it get as far as I did before I did something.