But after visiting my sister and her new baby boy this weekend I was really hurting. My sister has two cats in her home. And despite the possibility of her going home the day I visited I assumed that after only two days from a C-section surely they weren't sending her home. But the certainly did. And those cats hit my asthma hard.
After two tough nights of sleep I woke up this morning and went to see a doctor. Now I've been dealing with asthma all my life and generally I know what to expect on a doctor's visiting concerning my breathing. But today had it's twist.
Today was the first day I had to drop trow and get a steroid shot in my right hip. I'm not a big fan of needles, my parent's never had to worry about me becoming a heroin addict, and I apologized first to the nurse in case I started to cry. I didn't cry.
Got me some new perscriptions and I have another appointment Dec. 1st with an Allergy and Asthma specialist.
As a military brat I've lived and visited a lot of places, but this has been one of the toughest places to live in my life, in regards to my allergies triggering my asthma.
This weekend I made a decision.
I decided it's time to get a handle on my asthma here in San Antonio.