I end up on this drug every year or so, usually because of asthma lungs. Once because of a really good allergic reaction to some kind of mutant mosquitos we had up here. And, although the side effects are not the greatest (insomnia anyone?), its one of the more fun drugs to be on as I get a few days of normalcy and really catch up on things in my life.
Friday, while still battling the head cold-from-hell, I woke up with the sad painful lungs. And proceeded to tell myself all day I was fine and didn't need to do anything about this. Just ignore the fact its hard to breathe, oxygen is no longer necessary. After fighting through my shift at work, I gave in and went to a surprisingly quiet, you-are-next-in-line, walk in clinic. (Clinics here have a 2-4 hour wait normally...if the doctor even shows up). The doctor walked in.
"That was you I heard in the waiting room?"
Yes.....
"How long have you had asthma?"
Oh, crud. Ok, I know where this is going, since the next question was did I feel like I needed prednisone? And by the time I made it to the pharmacy, the pharmacist asked if I want the meds, or the ER. Yea, I guess the sad lung sound was a little prominent.
So I get a course of meds. To be honest, 36 hours in, its not working as well as I might hope. I may have to go back to the clinic tomorrow. Not sure yet. But this does mean its not likely I'll be losing much weight this week - prednisone is noted for this.
However, if I'm going to be awake all night, I plan on finding new recipes on pinterest tonight. I made a great couscous for dinner, with lots of veggies, salad and a half a rainbow trout. It turned out delicious and I'm looking forward to the leftovers for lunch.

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