Then There’s More

I got a DPT booster injection on Monday.  Tuesday I was a bit sniffy, to be expected as you’re triggering your immune system.  And my pain level started going up.  Monday I was doing good.  Almost no pain.  Tuesday pain levels start going up.  Last time I got sick (immune system activated) my pain went up.  So I figured it was nothing to worry about.  Wednesday I could barely get out of bed.  I only drank enough to get my pills in me.  I couldn’t even think of eating the nausea got so bad.  I ended up in the ER.  They don’t seem to have a problem doing pain control for me since my doctor is at the same hospital.

But…  they get so hung up in “You’re here for pain control” that they didn’t hear me say I was having trouble breathing.  My chest muscles hurt so bad and were so tired that my asthma was flaring up.  I hate to say it, but my pain level is at a 7 and rising.  If it doesn’t go down with meds, fuck it.  I’m going back to the hospital.  This time I’m bringing my peak flow meter with me.  Normal for me = 550.  Current = 350.  It’s at this point my pulmonologist would have me in the ER anyway.

So ouch.

I did some art.  This is called breath of life.  I’ve been obsessed with these water lily type flowers.  It was done in water color pencils with only the flowers done with water.