Ended up back in Urgent Care, this time one with an x-ray as I was advised. They turfed me to the ER, which was hosting an 'I-cut-my-head-open' playdate with the three and under set. I entertained myself trying to peg the drug seekers.
My main complaint was extreme weakness with shortness of breath. I caught my eyes closing as I was driving to the ER, which is not normal. I did not think it was asthma, but a nebulizer treatment (in the waiting room) really helped.
O2 was 100% but dropped into the mid and low 90s whenever I moved which led me to the insight that I need more rest.
I keep thinking I'm getting better and so I push push push. I dance with the toddler. I take her to school. I go to the grocery store and suddenly feel like I'm going to pass out because my oxygen has tanked.
The problem is the toddler won't let me rest and the hubby is not great about letting me rest. It's not that he doesn't help, he does but it's hard because he's in school and I'm the center of the home--he has no idea what to do. This is something we really need to work on as it's a fine line for me to stay out of the hospital any more.
I'm also having more asthma than I realize. I don't know why I'm so disconnected from my asthma symptoms. Is it just that I'm so used to not being able to breathe? Was it that I didn't wheeze much or have much congestion? That it was more chest pain and pressure making it off-pattern for me? I don't know, but I really was not in touch with how bad I was breathing.
The resolution from here is to take more steroids for a while. I'm a single parent for the weekend (of course!) and I need to be on top of my game and manage things more proactively. I've also added 'weakness' to my list of asthma symptoms that warrant a nebulizer treatment. I need to start smoking first, dithering second.
Of course this is all going to suck monkeybutt for the adrenals. I am so screwed there.