The Sweetest Name I Know..

I got off to the day on a pretty bad foot. My chest was terribly constricted, and I couldn't breathe well at all. My inhaler wasn't working to relieve me, and I didn't want to continue using it, and run out too soon again. I made it through getting ready for church, and breakfast.. but it scared me bad enough to call the doctor. It was Sunday, so of course they have a skeleton crew, and just one doctor on call. He wasn't my doctor, but at that point in time, I didn't care. I told him what was going on, and he told me to go straight to the emergency room. I told him I had plenty of bills from there already and that I wasn't going. I asked for something else, anything else. He called in a medi-burst pack to the pharmacy, which turned out to be six cortisone pills every day for six days to get me through until I can make an appointment with my regular doctor to get a stronger inhaler. He said it'll either help in eight to ten hours.. or it'll make you drastically worse, at which point going to the emergency room would be inevitable.

I didn't want to miss church because I had to go get medication, so we went to church as planned, and I just tried to sit quietly and not cough too loudly. In order to not cough or wheeze, I pretty much had to not open my mouth most of the time we were there.. which is always a challenge for me, lol.

The message was a special memorial day message today. We had a slide-show presentation with pictures from the Korean war, and all the veterans got little pins as a (very) small thank you for their service. We talked about Jesus the rest of the service. Jesus, the sweetest name I know, was the theme for today, and I really enjoyed listening, learning, and watching Pastor Keith get very excited and animated as he talked about his greatest passion.

Everyone sang to Dave in mass today for his birthday. He even made the happy birthday section of this week's pamphlet. He now thinks he's famous, lol.. and he's not all wrong.

I didn't waste any time getting out of there and heading directly to the pharmacy. I was pretty disappointed when I got there, and they said they didn't have anything for me. It was almost five hours later at this point, and I was barely holding on to my panic as I continued to exist, unable to breathe. I was panting and gasping, and about ready to cry, but we came home. I called the doctor again, and he swore he had called it in, so I tried not to get upset, and called the pharmacy back. They still didn't have anything for me, so they said. My mother gets home an hour later, and she in not happy to see me sitting there crying, and gasping for air. She's on the phone with the doctor AND the pharmacy both at once, on two different phones, madder than a mamma bear. I'm absolutely miserable, but can't help but try and laugh at her in full on Mom mode. Nothing makes you feel better than knowing your Mom is going to bat for you, and ready to do whatEVER you need her to in that moment.

Within ten minutes she had deduced that the script had been faxed in and not called in, and the pharmacy, apparently unaccustomed to this practice, hadn't even looked there. Within fifteen minutes, she had sent Wayne to the pharmacy to get my pills. She wouldn't let me drive, because I was lacking oxygen, and extremely dizzy. I was a little concerned about the pills possibly making me worse, but it was still worth a shot. I was also unimpressed that I wouldn't know one way or the other for approximately eight hours. I took my pills, ate a snack to wash them down with, and with the way I was feeling, dropped promptly into bed.

I was in bed about forty-eight seconds.. when I got a text from my friend Mary Catherine. She needed a friend, and wanted to know if she could call me. I couldn't let her down, so I told her to call right away. She vented about several troubles, including falling down several stairs and really tearing up her leg.. and I tried to comfort her. The poor thing has been cut off from the Internet for weeks, and desperately needed a good chat. I was quiet most of the call, still not talking real well.. but I did my very best to be animated and happy to hear from her. After about two hours, I crawled back in bed, even more tired than before, but feeling better mood wise at least. I stayed in bed for the next three hours quite happily. When I woke up, I was feeling, and breathing much, much better. My lungs are tight, and my chest and ribs ache.. but I can breathe. I have a TON of these cortisone pills to take over the next few days.. but they're working, and I'm grateful.

Mom had wanted us to go with her to the fair tonight, to watch a family friend perform, (Rodney, if anyone remembers the name from the benefit dinner), but she wouldn't let me out of the house in my earlier condition, so she made us stay home. I would have liked to have gone, but truthfully, I was feeling BAD, so I didn't mind much. They just strolled in a few minutes ago, well after midnight, with new shirts, and wrist bands and a whole slew of goodies. They brought Dave and I home half a bag of kettle korn though, and oh my goodness, it's delicious.

I've been taking it easy the rest of the night.. just sitting still, playing solitaire, and entertaining Dave with my favorite American Idol best of the worst impersonations.. I can definitely tell I'm feeling better when I break out into choruses of Let My People Go, and You are My Brother.. Best Friend Forever, lol.

Well, it's getting late, and I better get to bed early. My great grandmother isn't feeling very well at all, and has been in and out of the hospital all week, we're going to see her tomorrow afternoon. Please pray for her, if you have room in your prayers tonight. Thank You so very much for joining us tonight, and until next time.. Much Love, Many Hugs, and Good Night to You All.