This has been a bad year for fires, here in the Pacific Northwest, with major fires in British Columbia, Washington, Oregon, Idaho and Montana. We haven’t been able to see the sky since the end of May. Right now, just like all summer, it smells like a campfire outside.
So, with all the smoke from the fires, I noticed that I was having trouble getting air on my walks out to the layout. I have asthma, but it has been cold weather induced. I started using my Advair inhaler, but after 2 weeks, there was no noticeable improvement. I’m stubborn, and a lousy patient, so I waited another week. No joy.
Friday, I went to my doc, a former flight surgeon, whose personality is as bent as mine. That’s probably why we get along so well. After listening to my lungs, he asked if I was having trouble walking short distances. “Yeah. Why?” “Because you aren’t moving any air.” !!! You aren’t even moving enough to make a wheeze!
Then he asked what I was using for a rescue inhaler. “Don’t have one. You haven’t prescribed one.” (Gotta get my digs in on the Air Force guy.)
So, now I’m on a prednisone taper, and have an albuterol inhaler, that I can use as often as every two hours.
When I got home, I took a listen to my lungs. No air movement in the back, minimal movement in the front.
I listened to my lovely bride. She’s pretty much the same. Plus she has a sinus infxn, which often goes with asthma.
Take home message… if you live in a smokey area, and are having trouble breathing, or somethings not right, go see your doc.
Sunday: Just listened to my lungs, again. I think I’m going to live. There are fair breath sounds posteriorly, a huge improvement over this morning. The prednisone is starting to kick in. Still no wheezes, though.
Monday: Today is Monday. Life is good. I’m working on my first cup of coffee, and moving enough air to generate a wheeze or two. Still going to stay inside. Still smokey outside.