A week in the life of an asthmatic

I decided that I was going to write a piece on a week in the life of an asthmatic (me) a while back but decided a couple of weeks ago that I would write about this week whether it was good, bad or indifferent. The reasons for this is that I had quite a lot planned. A day at the test match (technically the end of the previous week), the start of the football season, a few days in Scarborough, an hospital apppintment, my wife’s birthday, a day at work (just the one) my first away football match of the season and a planed meal out with friends. What could possibly go wrong?

I am not going to write about what time I get up and what medication I take etc but more a general over view of a week in the life of an asthmatic, so here goes……

Another week has passed and once again I have had to struggle to get through it. A week which started pretty well took a nosedive half way through and now I find myself with yet another chest infection, more anti-biotics, another increase in prednisolone and more nebulisers. To top it off I have had to have more time off work and missed another football match as a result of my asthma and chest infection.

The week started with an early start on the Sunday morning for the drive to Scarborough where we were going to spend a few days, the weather was decent and I spent most of the time outside and getting plenty of fresh air. We had some lovely meals out, we did some walking and we saw a bit of cricket.

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The weather changed on the Tuesday and we had a lot of heavy rain and so we headed home on the Tuesday. This enabled me to get to see Scunthorpe play on the Tuesday evening, a game that I was not originally planning on going to. Unfortunately while I was at the game I was effected by a flare / smoke bomb that was let off during the game (which I blogged about at the time and can be read by clicking Here)

Wednesday started off ok but I felt myself going slightly downhill throughout the day, at the time I believed that it was as a result of the flare at the game. Wednesday night I hardly slept and my SP02 (which rarely drops much below 96 when I feel ok and usually remains above 90 even when I am pretty bad) dropped to 91 and my peakflow dropped to 50%.

I was desperate to get through Thursday despite feeling pretty rough as it was my wife’s birthday (a landmark one which for arguments sake was her 21st…..not).

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Thursday started with me going to the hospital for my monthly Xolair injections during which time I discussed how I felt with my asthma nurse. We thought that I may be starting with another chest infection and she recommended that I visit my GP. At this stage I was still blaming the flare at the football. Despite my sats still struggling I managed to take the wife out for a birthday lunch but my chest was getting worse, I was coughing badly and I was fearful that it maybe was another chest infection. As soon as we got home I made an appointment to get checked out. Unfortunately I got the news that I expected but didn’t want, another chest infection, my second in 3 weeks.

Following a week off work to travel to Manchester for the test match the previous Friday, the football on the Saturday in Scunthorpe, a few days in Scarborough and time with my wife to celebrate her birthday I was due to return to work on Friday.

Friday morning arrived and I still felt rough but I was desperate to get to work as I was falling behind with some important paperwork which needed sorting prior to an upcoming audit. Even though I have felt worse it wasn’t a great idea going to work, I didn’t even make it to lunchtime. I spent Friday afternoon in bed before getting up to watch a bit of television before before my chest beat me into submission and I returned to bed. Friday night was a bad one, no sleep, plenty of coughing and plenty of nebs.

Saturday was due to be another busy day with me having a ticket for Scunthorpe’s first away game of the season at Rochdale, a fixture that I always look forward to, Rochdale have a tidy stadium, a decent social club, a great chipping next to the ground and it is an easy and short journey down the M62. However because of my lungs I couldn’t risk it and so I missed the game. For the record we drew 1-1

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The intention was that if I had gone to Rochdale I would return home straight afterwards to go for a birthday meal with the wife and a small group of close friends. Despite missing the football I was desperate to not spoil / miss the night out. It was touch and go whether I could make it but fortunately the restaurant was only a couple of minutes walk from the house so pumped full of medication, nebuliser in my pocket and a fair bit of trepidation we set off. I wasn’t feeling great, I was sensible and I managed to survive the meal. All of our friends who were there know about my condition and were fine with the fact that I wasn’t getting drunk and kept checking with me that I was ok. I knew that I would probably suffer as a result of going out and doing too much and that seems to be the case, my sats are pretty pathetic this morning, I hardly slept and the nebuliser was in constant use. As I write this (Sunday morning) I feel as though I have been hit by a bus, I am completely shattered and I intend to do nothing for the rest of the day apart from watching tv, lay on the bed and probably feel sorry for myself.

I have an hospital appointment on Monday (for a problem with my eyes) and the aim if well enough is to try and get back to work on Tuesday.



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