So as you all know (or maybe no one knows, since I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who reads my own blog) I was struggling a little more and more when I updated last. A few hours after that post, I went to lay down in my room to watch a movie and noticed my breathing getting worse with no delay. It was quickly time to get to the ER.
I made it to the ER and was rushed right back, as always, I never wait in the waiting room. The good thing about this trip is I was not rushed to Critical Care/PICU as I have been many times before. I was getting medication after medication, treatment after treatment, when after so many attempts to try and help me feel better, failed, it was time for another admission. I was admitted really late Monday night and discharged Wednesday afternoon. One of my shortest admissions I've had.
While I was there, I did another FeNO test, which is a test that tells me how much inflammation is inside my lungs. (The lower this number is, the better.) When I was in clinic , little less than a month ago, my number was 33. This was very exciting for me because that was the lowest I have ever been and my symptoms were not as frequent and I seemed to be going uphill. But when the test results came back this time my number was 73. This was a bummer because obviously I wanted it to go down, not up, I wanted something to come back and say it was okay. There's not much to do with this number other than just knowing it in the back of your mind (or knowing it at the top of your head all the time like I do.) This will just be rechecked again in several weeks unless my symptoms don't subside, which I pray they do.
There was no "AHA moment" or a time during this admission when we figured out "this or that" was the cause to why everything happened the way it happened. It just did, and to be honest, I don't mind not figuring out a trigger behind each attack/flare-up. I'm not really an average asthma case where I flare-up because I came into contact with a trigger, with something I shouldn't have. I can flare-up within a matter of seconds and the reason could simply be the air we all breathe. That's just the way my body works. I'm allergic to the air, I'm allergic to what grows in the air. What I am allergic to, also grows inside of my lungs. It's a crazy, twisted system that all seems to be a little too much at times.
"Without pain, how can we know joy?"
I made it to the ER and was rushed right back, as always, I never wait in the waiting room. The good thing about this trip is I was not rushed to Critical Care/PICU as I have been many times before. I was getting medication after medication, treatment after treatment, when after so many attempts to try and help me feel better, failed, it was time for another admission. I was admitted really late Monday night and discharged Wednesday afternoon. One of my shortest admissions I've had.
While I was there, I did another FeNO test, which is a test that tells me how much inflammation is inside my lungs. (The lower this number is, the better.) When I was in clinic , little less than a month ago, my number was 33. This was very exciting for me because that was the lowest I have ever been and my symptoms were not as frequent and I seemed to be going uphill. But when the test results came back this time my number was 73. This was a bummer because obviously I wanted it to go down, not up, I wanted something to come back and say it was okay. There's not much to do with this number other than just knowing it in the back of your mind (or knowing it at the top of your head all the time like I do.) This will just be rechecked again in several weeks unless my symptoms don't subside, which I pray they do.
There was no "AHA moment" or a time during this admission when we figured out "this or that" was the cause to why everything happened the way it happened. It just did, and to be honest, I don't mind not figuring out a trigger behind each attack/flare-up. I'm not really an average asthma case where I flare-up because I came into contact with a trigger, with something I shouldn't have. I can flare-up within a matter of seconds and the reason could simply be the air we all breathe. That's just the way my body works. I'm allergic to the air, I'm allergic to what grows in the air. What I am allergic to, also grows inside of my lungs. It's a crazy, twisted system that all seems to be a little too much at times.
"Without pain, how can we know joy?"