I was already sick enough to not go to work, WHY body WHY.
fml. fuck my fucking lungs.
I've been awake since 4am -- our plane got in late and we didn't get home/to bed till after 1am, I might add -- because my chest is all tight and uncomfortable and I am way way too conscious of how my breathing is not right. I'm still getting higher on a peak flow than my mother does when she's healthy and it's not a consistent wheeze or crackle or anything, I just... really want a fucking nebuliser already. I have a horrible cold (I'm fairly sure it's just a cold, the symptoms are presenting that way and I am ignoring the other hurting because I think that's from coughing and not flu) and have gone from "reasonably recovered actually yay" (1am) to "...ohfuck" in the space of three hours. this is shitty, what the hell. and at half five i sucked it up and decided that hunching over with a book trying to wait till the doctor opened or my mother got up to make decisions for me was stupid so i drove down to the 24 hour A+E which has been 8 minutes away (you know these things when you've had lifelong asthma) for the last 25 years. ...they now close at 10pm. What is the fucking point of an A+E clinic that is only open basically regular doctor's hours? The hospital is a fair drive away from this entire part of town and it's the most heavily populated suburb in the city. GAH. (Also, shelving the panic attack about what this means for "oh hai there faily lungs" generally until later.)
I realise sitting at home and whining to LJ about this is not exactly me helping myself very much, but. I don't want to drive half an hour, pay for parking, and then sit in a hospital for hours (really a lot of hours) until they can see me and almost definitely wind up catching something worse there. If I actively start wheezing or get worse I will totally call St John, but right now I'm mostly just trying to not think about it until my stupid doctor opens (at fucking half past eight, seriously, what the shit is this?)
I WANT MORE SLEEP AND ACTUAL BREATHING. DDDDDDDDD:
I've been awake since 4am -- our plane got in late and we didn't get home/to bed till after 1am, I might add -- because my chest is all tight and uncomfortable and I am way way too conscious of how my breathing is not right. I'm still getting higher on a peak flow than my mother does when she's healthy and it's not a consistent wheeze or crackle or anything, I just... really want a fucking nebuliser already. I have a horrible cold (I'm fairly sure it's just a cold, the symptoms are presenting that way and I am ignoring the other hurting because I think that's from coughing and not flu) and have gone from "reasonably recovered actually yay" (1am) to "...ohfuck" in the space of three hours. this is shitty, what the hell. and at half five i sucked it up and decided that hunching over with a book trying to wait till the doctor opened or my mother got up to make decisions for me was stupid so i drove down to the 24 hour A+E which has been 8 minutes away (you know these things when you've had lifelong asthma) for the last 25 years. ...they now close at 10pm. What is the fucking point of an A+E clinic that is only open basically regular doctor's hours? The hospital is a fair drive away from this entire part of town and it's the most heavily populated suburb in the city. GAH. (Also, shelving the panic attack about what this means for "oh hai there faily lungs" generally until later.)
I realise sitting at home and whining to LJ about this is not exactly me helping myself very much, but. I don't want to drive half an hour, pay for parking, and then sit in a hospital for hours (really a lot of hours) until they can see me and almost definitely wind up catching something worse there. If I actively start wheezing or get worse I will totally call St John, but right now I'm mostly just trying to not think about it until my stupid doctor opens (at fucking half past eight, seriously, what the shit is this?)
I WANT MORE SLEEP AND ACTUAL BREATHING. DDDDDDDDD: