In honor of my quickly approaching 34th birthday (don't tell anyone... I'm thinking about staying 33 for at least another year or so), I took myself to ye olde diagnostic clinic today for a complete pulmonary workup.
Why would I do such a thing? Well, I have this friend. Shocking, I know. Anyway, she's a drug rep for something or other, and she works with some asthma drugs either directly or indirectly, I can't remember which (it's no wonder it comes as a surprise that I have a friend, now is it?). She has been on my case for a couple of years about getting tested, because she is pretty sure that I at least have exercise-induced asthma, if not the whole shebang. Incidentally, she's also the person who diagnosed my accidental pregnancy with Hatchling. What a know-it-all (I love her anyway... or maybe I love her because she knows everything. I like to be informed...). I actually was going to get tested a couple of years ago, and then L realized he didn't have any life insurance on me, so I waited. And today was the day.
I don't remember all the names of the things they did to me. Basically, I got to sit in a little Plexiglas booth and blow in a big tube. I kind of felt like I was on a Japanese game show. Or at least one of those commercials for a Japanese game show. I would never stoop watching something that inane and trivial (I totally would, but I haven't. I do find the commercials entertaining.).
Wow, I have made this post long and painful. Is it as painful for you as it is for me? I'm so sorry. The long and short of it is.... I probably have asthma (I told you she knows everything). Some number where a difference of 12% between me au natural and me on albuterol meant probable asthma had a difference of 19%. I've always been an over achiever. So now I wait for the report to go to my doctor and see where we go from there.