This has been a really tough winter for us. First, the Husbandly One brought home the flu for Christmas. We were extraordinarily lucky that neither of the kids got it, but he got the H1N1 version... and I got the other one. For once, our kids took care of us, and wasn't that a switch??
While the Husbandly One was initially much sicker, getting a dangerously high fever one night, high enough that I was ready to drag his stubborn hide to the emergency room, he recovered much quicker than I have. We both took Tamiflu to reduce our symptoms, and the kids took it as a preventative, and we got through it.
But the flu hung on to me a little longer. And when it finally left, we discovered it left friends.
Say hello to Mr. Secondary Infection. Oh, and Mr. Bronchitis. And let's not forget Mr. Lingering Cough!
But, I did start feeling better. And I was kind of getting back into the groove when what is known here in Central Texas as Cedar Season hit... early. And this year? It was a doozy. Think... CEDARPOCALYPSE.
Yeah. That bad.
Guess who's allergic to cedar pollen in this house. Well... all of us, actually.
But guess who it knocked completely flat?
The Impertinent Daughter got a sinus infection. The Husbandly One got a sinus infection. The Impossible Son hovered on the edge of a sinus infection, but seemed to avoid it. Barely.
Me? Well, I have asthma. Asthma that has been remarkably quiet in the four or so years since I started taking Dexilant for gastric reflux. I haven't had to take asthma medications in all that time. Except the rare use of my rescue inhaler because of nearby grass fires, etc. It's been wonderful! It was like having my life back!
Until cedar season hit and all of a sudden, I couldn't breathe any more. And the next thing I know, I'm back on Advair, I'm back on the nebulizer, I'm back to using my inhaler every four hours, and shaking like a leaf all the time.
Finally, the Husbandly One whisked us all away to Rockport for the weekend to see if it would help. And it did. I was finally able to draw in a deep breath for the first time in two and a half months, and we were all better for the clearer air.
It made coming back home a real bummer though.
And... I was back at the doctor's again today, because... now I'm coughing up yellow stuff, and for someone with asthma... that is a very bad sign. So... now I'm on a antibiotic because the doctor informed me, as have many over the last few weeks, "You are absolutely not allowed to get pneumonia!" Which would just be the total capper to the season, right?
The thing is, the very frustrating thing is, after you've gotten your life back, and you're used to doing things again, like getting out and doing stuff with your family, and going places, and just... being outside without worrying it's going to set you off or make you miserable... you kind of get to liking it and wanting to do it as much as possible.
And when you can't... it's very discouraging. I have things I want to do. My son will be starting his track season next week. I would really, really like to go to his meets without worrying that I'll either have an asthma attack, make myself sicker, or have to go home after an hour because I'm too tired to stay awake. Not to mention how crap-tastic that would be for the Impossible Son, because he wants his mom there. He wants his mom cheering for him, taking ridiculous photos of him, and just being his best cheerleader ever. Not curled up in bed at home.
My doctor, and my sister, who is a nurse and more than familiar with me, and with allergies and asthma in general, have pointed out that this was a huge shock to my system and I've got to give it time to... recalibrate.
My family needs me, and I need them.
Can you tell I'm frustrated? Because I am.
I won't let this beat me. But... it's very frustrating, inconvenient, and... did I mention frustrating?
Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe....