I went to the doctor today. I got a lecture on heart attacks in asthmatics. It seems my heart was working awful hard since I was struggling to breathe. I didn't wait a month before I headed to the doctor-- like last year. I started to feel bad Saturday night, by Sunday I felt like crap, I drug through the work day on Monday and as soon as I walked out the door I dialed the doctor for an appointment. That did win me a few points after the lecture.
Why do we moms take such great care of our children and our spouses but not ourselves? Do we tend to believe we are invincible? Or just to busy caring for everyone else to stop for: me?
Anyway I took a sick day.
I am all jacked up on albuterol breathing treatments. Steroids. Antibiotics. Inhalers. Allergy meds. I was the pathetic customer at the pharmacy--everyone there was ah poor galling me they said as they filled my gazillion prescriptions that the doctor sent in electronically. I'll survive, yet again. I always do. Maybe I'll have some roid rage...sleepless nights, headaches, irritability... my family just loves a dose of mother's roid rage.
In the mean time this thing is my new best friend...