I'm done with all the poking, prodding, x-rays, scans, sleep studies, breathing tests, bloodwork, scopes, pulmonologists, ENTs, gastroenterologists, lab techs, nurses and plumbers for the moment, so I thought I'd come up for air long enough to bore you with the latest news on The Neverending Cough.
Believe it or not, it is better.
And I was just kidding about the plumbers.
What has been determined so far is that I do indeed HAVE blood, and not ice water, running through my veins. This finding soundly negates opinions to the contrary held by The Girl and The Boy, and, during my more hormonal times, the Hubster.
What has also been determined is there are parts of my body doing things unbeknownst to me, and they will have to be watched in the future to be sure they behave themselves. I seem to be qualified to receive a shot for the asthma called Xolair due to the results of some of the myriad of tests I've been through in the past month. If you have any experience with this drug, please do let me know. I'd be most interested in speaking with you.
Also discovered recently is a possibility The Neverending Cough (hereafter referred to as TNC) could be the offspring of a condition known to the common man as reflux. When the doctor, an ENT, mentioned this to me, I looked him in the eye and said, "Oh no. Reflux doesn't cause coughing. I have COUGHING. Like from ASTHMA. Or BRONCHITIS. Reflux is something to do with your stomach and acid and stuff, and it isn't the cause. Really."
Because, I'm like a doctor about twenty times over and I KNOW all this stuff, a'ight? Duh.
But he was stubborn because he used to be a Colonel In The United States of America Armed Forces and all, and he made me take this medicine anyway. Besides, he's bigger than I am and he threatened to tell my mom if I didn't straighten up and fly right.
So I took the medicine. Mom would put the Fear of God in anyone.
Two weeks later, the cough is half of what it was. After six months of hacking my head off, it seems the man may have actually hit on something that works. Could be dumb luck, or it could be that they've had me on every other prescription medication known to man so far and they finally found one that works.
Or it could be he actually knows his stuff.
Time will tell. I'll check back with you next month to let you know.
And lastly? Thank God for a pulmonologist that actually CARED enough to DO something. Y'all? If you ever need one of these and you're in my area, don't hesitate to call Dr. Courtney Langdon. She's the BEST!!!
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Oh, one more thing? God been berry berry good to me!