The chain of events;
Stupid Ex racks up credit card debt, lies, uses the company truck to hide and fall asleep at work and exhibits other assorted immature behavior.
Leslie decides that Stupid Ex is a waste of time and space (I don't disagree here) and asks for a divorce.
Stupid Ex moves back in with his parents. He also requests that Leslie give over his things (acceptable, I suppose...)
Leslie, moving some furniture around in order to get his stuff out of the house, drags a recliner over her foot, tearing her toenail off at the root.
She calls my husband for advice.
Thomas advices that she wait there and we'll come pick her up to take her to see a doctor.
We go to the Urgent Care (not very urgent, takes us three hours for her to get seen and treated.) While there, we are shut in a smallish waiting room with an older woman and her booming cough.
Two days later, I start coughing.
My asthma flares up but good. (I don't know if you recall, but about eight months ago, I was declared "perfectly healthy" by my doctor and taken off my long-term asthma medications...) Unfortunately, my asthma has slowly come back. For a few months, I wasn't using the albuterol at all, and then I started using it from time to time, especially after I did any intense cardio.
Over the last two months, it's gotten steadily worse. I was using the inhaler at least once a day, and three to four times a day if I did cardio.
Last week, I've been using it three to eight times a day, cardio or not.
And Tuesday, I about collapsed on the elliptical after 11 minutes.
So, I finally gave up and called my doctor.
I'm back on the Proventil and Serevent.
And he wanted me to go on a week's run of steroids.
And here's where I'm conflicted. As I've said before, my primary weight gain started with a few runs of prednizone back in college.
I really, really don't want to go back on steroids.
On the other hand, I've said enough as far as
And yet... I don't want to undo the last several months of hard work by going on steroids for a week and gaining back 30 pounds. Or, if I don't gain, being unspeakably hungry for several weeks. (I remember clearly being on steroids... I was hungry all the time. Bone-gnawing, stomach twistingly hungry. And it didn't stop, no matter how much food I stuffed down my throat.)
God, please, I don't want to go back there.
I have a doctor's appointment in two weeks.
So, this is what I've decided to do; I'm going back on the long-acting inhalers for a week, and if that doesn't significantly clear up, then (and only then) will I take the week's worth of steroids.
I know my doctor wants to knock this out; and I know that he really has my best interests in mind. Lung infections are nothing to mess around with, and he's being concervative. Knock this out of my system before it can settle in and make more problems for me, long term.
And yet... why throw three things at the problem when two (or one) will fix it?
So, I'm being a little bit risky, perhaps. But I'm monitoring myself, and if I have to go back on steroids, I will.
But if I do, expect to hear me bitching. A lot.