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Long story long (Saturday night ER trip)
My voice post from sometime around 1:50 this morning didn't get transcribed by anybody, so I had to transcribe it. What is wrong with my f-list? Why didn't three dozen people didn't spring to action like a thousand mokeys at a thousand typewriters immediately upon the post's appearance? I want answers!

I am, of course, only joking when I say things like the above. Seriously, if anybody had transcribed a voicepost from 1:50 in the morning I probably would have hit them with a stick while demanding to know what was wrong with them. Unless it was yotogi, at which point I wouldn't be surprised (save that he seems to have the plague this week).

Shortly after ten last night I drove lady_curmudgeon to the hospital Emergency Room. The breathing problem that had plagued her all day had finally intensified to the point that her inhaler and a Prednisone burst couldn't help, and it was time to upgrade to the Professional Grade type stuff, so when she made that decision I dropped everything and grabbed the keys to the Expedition. We waited an hour and change and were finally admitted (the ER on a Saturday night is an interesting place to be and unless you arrive in a stretcher with lights and sirens on your ambulance, you're going to be put in a queue) and met with Cliff, a fellow from Repiratory Therapy. He confirmed the attending doctor's diagnosis and approved the recommended treatment... so at around 12:30 this morning the Curmudgeon began receiving an hour-long nebulizer treatment. The medicine made her pretty jittery at the end, but for her breathing it seems to have done wonders. That's what matters the most.

We were checked out of the ER sometime around 1:43 this morning (roughly five minutes or so before I made the voice post) and proceeded to hit the local 24-hour pancake house (which I think is now infamous to donaldson, joewolfbrother and brianblackberry for various reasons from our last visit there) to get a bite to eat. Curmudgeon wanted it so she could warm up, get her blood sugar back to something aking to normal and, most of all, to try and make the shaking in her arms and hands from the nebulizer treatment stop. Me, I just wanted something to cut the four cups of coffee I was going to drink. Breakfast was served in short order, we ate our fill and paid the bill before boxing up leftovers and heading back to the world's smallest two-bedroom flat.

So that was my Saturday night. Certainly it was a bit more exciting than I needed it to be but everything worked out and Curmudgeon is going to be okay, so I'm happy.

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varro From: varro Date: October 15th, 2006 06:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad she's OK - the true test of friendship is if you'll take someone to the emergency room at odd hours. :)
feren From: feren Date: October 15th, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'll readily admit I'm crazy like that, what with wanting my girlfriend to breathe and all. And hey, 2200 hours or so isn't so odd. It would have been a lot worse if she'd woken me up at, say, 0300!
doomsey From: doomsey Date: October 15th, 2006 09:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
we've been busy moving crap; we emptied most of my parents' garage today. Hence no time to transcribe. We're just glad to hear that everyone's OK.

I'll try to do better in the future. :)
angelwind From: angelwind Date: October 15th, 2006 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
You don't pay me enough to transcribe. I want at least money to do that stuff.
feren From: feren Date: October 15th, 2006 11:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
I pay you with the bursts of awesomeness that are my entries.

Of course, I'm going to have to deduct insurance, welfare, state and federal taxes from those. Oddly, when the math is done, you owe me.
haikujaguar From: haikujaguar Date: October 16th, 2006 12:33 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad things turned out okay. :)

Will I get to meet Curmudgeon at MFF?
ronbar From: ronbar Date: October 16th, 2006 06:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry to hear she had such a bad asthma attack. I've had a few of those and speaking from personal experience, it's much better to come in an ambulance than off the street. If she has insurance that will cover the ambulance cost (if she lives in a municipality that bills for ambulance service), definitely call 911 next time and just follow the ambulance. Even if the responding paramedics don't think it's a "worthy emergency", they're not going to leave and tell you to take her yourself. Even if they don't directly bill patients, a patient transport counts for a lot more in their statistics to justify their funding than a false alarm.

Don't worry about using emergency services even if she isn't actively dying. It's still an emergency and they exist for emergencies. If a five-alarm emergency occurs somewhere else while they're transporting her and she lives in a jurisdiction with one ambulance, there are always other ambulances on-call, public and private, in neighboring areas that can cover.

I don't know if she's on any medication, but Singulair, Zyrtec, and Advair 250/50 once a day (sometimes twice a day if I'm in a bad spot) leave me virtually symptom-free. My peak airflow ranges from 450-600 these days instead of 150-250 when I wasn't getting treatment. Below 300 is Bad.

The previous paragraph was sponsored by GlaxoSmithKlein.
gypsypet From: gypsypet Date: October 16th, 2006 08:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Glad to hear she's ok. I can imagine that there are other ways you guys would have preferred to define "exciting night out" ;)

(This is Regan btw, not sure if you knew my internet prowling name)
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