Well, I had clinic today, and I should have known it wouldn't be wonderful since my coughing woke me up this morning (I chalked it up to cat hair at the time, lol).
I cough, cough, coughed my way all the way to clinic, before, during and after my pft's, and while waiting on the dr in my room (the rt came and checked on me <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif" border="0"> ). I was tight (especially in my middle lobes) and decided to just huff cough, etc. until it was better, and then did a couple of puffs on my Xopenex inhaler...and then my blood sugar crashed (48). Weee.
So as the doctor comes in, I'm searching though my purse muttering "Where's my stuff?" and when I find it, I have 3 whole glucose tablets left (duh <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-disgusted.gif" border="0"> ), and a 100 calorie pack of mini muffins. And by now I'm dizzy enough that I have to tell the doctor that it will be 5 or 10 mins. before I can talk to him. So he offers to go and get me some OJ (thankfully <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> ) and talk to me in a few minutes. So... mini muffins, a 12 oz OJ, and 3 glucose tablets later, I'm at 120. And all that happened because (appologies to the guys <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0"> ), my cycle is running 5 days late (and pms never helps my pft numbers anyways), and I did a pms size insulin dose this morning- and surprise, guess what finally shows up a few hours later <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-mad.gif" border="0"> .
On the up side, my numbers were still just above my baseline from last year, but down from the last 6 months (last time fev1 was 56%, this time it was 48%). However, I have decided to be thankful that I had a 48% on a bad, tight, pms day (instead of on a good day), take my Tobi, Bactrim, Cipro, and get back on the wagon with my sinus rinses, and hope and pray for improvement when I go back in 2 weeks to do pft's again. It's it's not better then, then I will be depressed. And most likely be being fitted for a picc line. Oh, and I wasn't tight anymore and was barely coughing when it was time to leave. I almost had them redo my pft's. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">
Oh well.
I cough, cough, coughed my way all the way to clinic, before, during and after my pft's, and while waiting on the dr in my room (the rt came and checked on me <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif" border="0"> ). I was tight (especially in my middle lobes) and decided to just huff cough, etc. until it was better, and then did a couple of puffs on my Xopenex inhaler...and then my blood sugar crashed (48). Weee.
So as the doctor comes in, I'm searching though my purse muttering "Where's my stuff?" and when I find it, I have 3 whole glucose tablets left (duh <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-disgusted.gif" border="0"> ), and a 100 calorie pack of mini muffins. And by now I'm dizzy enough that I have to tell the doctor that it will be 5 or 10 mins. before I can talk to him. So he offers to go and get me some OJ (thankfully <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> ) and talk to me in a few minutes. So... mini muffins, a 12 oz OJ, and 3 glucose tablets later, I'm at 120. And all that happened because (appologies to the guys <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0"> ), my cycle is running 5 days late (and pms never helps my pft numbers anyways), and I did a pms size insulin dose this morning- and surprise, guess what finally shows up a few hours later <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-mad.gif" border="0"> .
On the up side, my numbers were still just above my baseline from last year, but down from the last 6 months (last time fev1 was 56%, this time it was 48%). However, I have decided to be thankful that I had a 48% on a bad, tight, pms day (instead of on a good day), take my Tobi, Bactrim, Cipro, and get back on the wagon with my sinus rinses, and hope and pray for improvement when I go back in 2 weeks to do pft's again. It's it's not better then, then I will be depressed. And most likely be being fitted for a picc line. Oh, and I wasn't tight anymore and was barely coughing when it was time to leave. I almost had them redo my pft's. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif" border="0">
Oh well.