Doctor Visit

Today I caved and visited a doctor.  The first time in about 3 and 1/2 years.  That's not necessarily something I'm proud of, just an honest statement.  I've meant to go earlier, but why go when you're not sick?  Although I can't honestly say I've been healthy either.  Just never made it a priority.  
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.