Bronchitis, Asthema, The ER, and a Little Something Extra...
Wow it has been an incredibly long time since I posted here last. I am sorry about that. (^^;
So, Saturday marked the beginning of Spring Break at AACC. So what happens to me when I wake up that morning? A nice cough in my throat and an extremely stuffy head. My mom and I thought it was just allergies, so I went ahead with "board game" night with the guys. Unfoprtunately, the very next morning, I woke up with something that definitely was not allergies. My skin was super sensitive to the point that just having the air move across it has me in pure agony. I ached all over, I was stuffed up in every which way, I could not breathe through my nose, my throat was sore and bright, bright red, and I could not stop coughing. I was finally able to see a doctor on Tuesday, only to find out that I have bronchitis and it has triggered my asthema big time. Fortunately, I was put on some heavy-duty medicine, so I have been able to make a pretty decent recovery as far as getting it under control is concerned. However, my spring break was shot. I was stuck in bed, constantly drinking water and either hooked up to the nebulizer, taking my inhaler, or sleeping. It was a tough week. Luckily, I was well enough to hang out at someone's house last night. But, I will go into that story a little later, because something terribly frightening happened this morning.
Unfortunately, I gave my brother bronchitis as well. He wasn't feeling too well two days ago and was hooking himself up to the nebulizer as well. But, he seemed fine enough to spend the night at a friend's place and what not, so we weren't too worried about him. Sure, we were taking precautions, but unfortunately, you can only prevent so much. I did not sleep at all last night after I got home from Mike's. Liam was tossing and turning and moaning and coughing practically all throughout the night, so I stayed up to keep an eye on him and to make him comfortable whenever he woke up. Eventually, I was able to help him get control of the coughing by placing a pillow under his back and making him lay on his back. So, when mom came downstairs this morning to take Liam's temperature, it was shocking when the Kaiser helpline nurse told her to rush him to the hospital.
His lips were turning blue and he was starting to vomit and no matter what, he could not stop coughing. I got left behind, worried sick and feeling guilty as anything. It was my fault he is sick in the first place. I wasn't careful enough. But, what's done is done and fortunatly, he will be fine. He was told not to go to school tomorrow and they have put him on some medication to help him get better. But man, there have been very few times when I have been that scared. I only hope he feels better really soon.
Now, on a happier note and to finish a story I cut off from earlier...
Lately, Mike and I have been talking quite a bit and we even made plans the day before break to hang out on Tuesday (the day I saw the doctor) to play games with his friend, Tom. Unfortunately, I got sick and he "commanded" that I get better and not worry about it. Fortunately, I was well enough to hang out yesterday. So, I headed over to his place after he got off work and we had a great time playing the second Gungrave game with his younger cousin while we waited for Tom to get there (who didn't arrive until after 11:30). Once Tom got there, we put in God hand and we just watched Tom play (since he's pretty good at it). It was a lot of fun and I hung out until after 1:30 this morning. He carried my stuff out to my car for me when it came time to leave and he made sure to suggest that we get together to watch Docgtor Who at his place some time. Something, I can't wait to do.
Last night, I noticed there was definitely something going on between us. I'm not really sure of just how exactly to interperet them, but I at least know that it is heading in the general direction of more than just friends. I don't really know how I feel about him, exactly, but I do know that I like him enough to go with the flow and see how things work out. That, I can't wait to talk with him again and I really want to plan that day for the Doctor Who Marathon. And from the way he was talking (although, I could have interpereted it wrong), it seemed as though he was talking about just the two of us. But, I could have been wrong.
Anyway, I am excited and he at least gives me something to look forward to. Which is nice for a change.
By the way, I am sorry if this is really random and repetative. It's late and I have hjardly slept at all and I just spent all day watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers movies for my American Film mid-term essay only to realize I have no idea what to write about. (^^;;
So, Saturday marked the beginning of Spring Break at AACC. So what happens to me when I wake up that morning? A nice cough in my throat and an extremely stuffy head. My mom and I thought it was just allergies, so I went ahead with "board game" night with the guys. Unfoprtunately, the very next morning, I woke up with something that definitely was not allergies. My skin was super sensitive to the point that just having the air move across it has me in pure agony. I ached all over, I was stuffed up in every which way, I could not breathe through my nose, my throat was sore and bright, bright red, and I could not stop coughing. I was finally able to see a doctor on Tuesday, only to find out that I have bronchitis and it has triggered my asthema big time. Fortunately, I was put on some heavy-duty medicine, so I have been able to make a pretty decent recovery as far as getting it under control is concerned. However, my spring break was shot. I was stuck in bed, constantly drinking water and either hooked up to the nebulizer, taking my inhaler, or sleeping. It was a tough week. Luckily, I was well enough to hang out at someone's house last night. But, I will go into that story a little later, because something terribly frightening happened this morning.
Unfortunately, I gave my brother bronchitis as well. He wasn't feeling too well two days ago and was hooking himself up to the nebulizer as well. But, he seemed fine enough to spend the night at a friend's place and what not, so we weren't too worried about him. Sure, we were taking precautions, but unfortunately, you can only prevent so much. I did not sleep at all last night after I got home from Mike's. Liam was tossing and turning and moaning and coughing practically all throughout the night, so I stayed up to keep an eye on him and to make him comfortable whenever he woke up. Eventually, I was able to help him get control of the coughing by placing a pillow under his back and making him lay on his back. So, when mom came downstairs this morning to take Liam's temperature, it was shocking when the Kaiser helpline nurse told her to rush him to the hospital.
His lips were turning blue and he was starting to vomit and no matter what, he could not stop coughing. I got left behind, worried sick and feeling guilty as anything. It was my fault he is sick in the first place. I wasn't careful enough. But, what's done is done and fortunatly, he will be fine. He was told not to go to school tomorrow and they have put him on some medication to help him get better. But man, there have been very few times when I have been that scared. I only hope he feels better really soon.
Now, on a happier note and to finish a story I cut off from earlier...
Lately, Mike and I have been talking quite a bit and we even made plans the day before break to hang out on Tuesday (the day I saw the doctor) to play games with his friend, Tom. Unfortunately, I got sick and he "commanded" that I get better and not worry about it. Fortunately, I was well enough to hang out yesterday. So, I headed over to his place after he got off work and we had a great time playing the second Gungrave game with his younger cousin while we waited for Tom to get there (who didn't arrive until after 11:30). Once Tom got there, we put in God hand and we just watched Tom play (since he's pretty good at it). It was a lot of fun and I hung out until after 1:30 this morning. He carried my stuff out to my car for me when it came time to leave and he made sure to suggest that we get together to watch Docgtor Who at his place some time. Something, I can't wait to do.
Last night, I noticed there was definitely something going on between us. I'm not really sure of just how exactly to interperet them, but I at least know that it is heading in the general direction of more than just friends. I don't really know how I feel about him, exactly, but I do know that I like him enough to go with the flow and see how things work out. That, I can't wait to talk with him again and I really want to plan that day for the Doctor Who Marathon. And from the way he was talking (although, I could have interpereted it wrong), it seemed as though he was talking about just the two of us. But, I could have been wrong.
Anyway, I am excited and he at least gives me something to look forward to. Which is nice for a change.
By the way, I am sorry if this is really random and repetative. It's late and I have hjardly slept at all and I just spent all day watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers movies for my American Film mid-term essay only to realize I have no idea what to write about. (^^;;