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Advocate Illinois Masonic Medical Center [Jan. 28th, 2008|09:24 am]
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This for sure is a long one.

Did you know I was actually born in this hospital? I've been in and out of hospitals when i was much younger and a couple times recently, but I've only been born here. Sigh. There were so many other things I've been meaning to post about.

It started, I want to say about two weeks ago. Chicago always undergoes some great deep freeze, as you may or may not know. This deep freeze can happen anytime during the winter, with little to no real warning, with a duration that I guess I'll never figure out. The change in weather to cold and dry from whatever wreaks havoc on my situation with asthma. Usually, I catch it in time and just go to my doctor for meds to help me get by.

This time was different, as I'm working hard to not fuck up in school, and try to get more hours to pay for school, I'm sad to say that my health kind of took a backseat to those. So, yes, breathing is real difficult, since the air is constantly dry and cold. The windchill makes everything about ten degrees colder and worse for me. What happens is that my air ways begin to close up in order to keep whatever heat in. I bundled up but it didn't work out all that well.

So after the school week was over, I helped my tito Ponso move into a new house with my brother and dad. It was going alright until I got outside with the cargo. The stress of lifting plus that arctic Chicago wind caused gratuitous use of my rescue inhalors. The feeling is like running for three miles (marathon if you're a good runner) after smoking for a couple weeks before that instead of training. Ha, what a nerd. This usually keeps these flare ups under control.

After that, I go to Tiffany's house to cap the night with movies and pizza. The night is going well but I'm wheezing so so hard and my inhaler gives out, the second one in the last two weeks (which is real bad, since I'm only supposed to have one a month). So my bro brings my nebulizer, which is like hookah for asthmatics. You put medicine in and it makes a mist I can breath in. After that I go home and vomit (Did I mention when I'm sick my asthma flares? Guess what, I'm sick. Oh, fucking boy!).

I fell asleep around one and woke up around three as if I was drowning. I was breathing real hard, sweating, coughing, and wheezing. That's it, I thought, I can't catch my breath, it's time to get some help. I had to ask my mom, and I was embarrassed because she was pestering me to make an appointment all week, to get me an ambulance. I felt like falling down because it was so damn cold. Being nitpicky, the guy in there had no fucking idea what he was doing.

In the ER, Tests, giant nebulizers are done. My brother and dad follow. Im not wearing socks or a jacket. I think that what happened in the next six hours what happened were tests, monitoring, and a shitload of questions as I drifted in and out of sleep. It's finally decided that I need a room, so I finally get some food and some rest.

Around 1, my brother brings my backpack over for hw (nerd) and we watch tv (Ninja Warrior, since we don't have cable at home). Tiffany comes an hour later and Karl leaves because he's bored a little later. Spending the day with Tiffany was no different than our usual hang outs, we just really relish our time together, which makes it great since no one really bothered us, which is cool and the staff here is great.

I'm getting better but still a little wheezy. I have this one doctor who wants to transfer me to a hospital covered by our insurance (instead of going home), for two more days, though. Eff that though, I don't really have time. I will try to compromise for one more day, but that's it. I'm not about to fuck up my semester in the second week already. I'm focused. I need to shower/brush my teeth.

It's fucking weird having someone reconnecting your nodes (which are on my chest) in the middle of the night.
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[User Picture]From: hyeahrocker
2008-01-28 10:36 pm (UTC)
geez khris, be careful.
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[User Picture]From: onlyinmovies
2008-01-29 01:38 pm (UTC)
Definitely, hun. I can't live like this at all... Thanks for your concern though, it means a lot!
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[User Picture]From: kozuka
2008-01-29 05:32 am (UTC)
You're scaring me with all of this cuz, but I'm glad you're ok. Take it easy bro.
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[User Picture]From: onlyinmovies
2008-01-29 01:38 pm (UTC)
will do, cuz. i got this
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