WS has had real problems with his allergies the last couple of weeks. His wheezing and coughing have kept both of us up at night, and I can tell it has been no fun at all for him.
We removed the firewood from inside the house, thinking that the pine in it (it is mixed with hardwood so we don't have a creosote build up problem) was the problem, and his allergic reactions seemed to get slightly better. Thursday I brought in enough wood for the night (we still burnt every night, but left the wood outside), making sure it was all birch. Thurdsay night his reactions were not bad, so Friday I filled the woodrack with nothing but birch.
Friday evening WS's allergic reactions got really bad. Thinking that maybe there was mold on the wood, we moved that back outside. However, WS went into a full asthma attack and he used his inhaler several times, without any relief. I called 911 when he finally admitted that he was in dire straits and could barely breathe. I could not take him to the hospital as he couldn't breathe at all sitting or laying down, so I knew that he needed support on the way to the closest emergency room 30 miles away.
I've called 911 several times, but never for ourselves. The Deering and Hillsboro rescue voluteers showed up and were wonderful. They got him into the ambulance, hooked up an IV, put him on oxygen, and then a nebulator which helped him breathe. the neighbor showed up as they were stabalizing WS in the ambulance. I told him what had happened and he said to call if I needed anything (thanks for the offer Chris!). I had to chuckle as I drove off, he said "have a good one." I just looked at him and he added a bit belatedly, "well, as good as you can." Really, it was funny both then and now.
I followed the ambulance and was in the Emergency room waiting area before he was even unloaded. They let me back into his room and he looked much better (he had been extremely red from the build up of carbon dioxide in his blood). His blood pressure, which had been 189/xxx at the house, was down to 137/xxx, his oxygen saturation level was close to normal and his pulse had slowed quite a bit.
They continued with oxygen for a while, then took it off and monitored his saturation levels to make sure they remained in the normal range. His EKG came out fine but his chest X-ray, which showed some clouding in one lung and the doc thought maybe he had a starting case of pnemonia, so they gave him an antibiotic.
After a while, we checked out and left with perscriptions for more antibiotics and steroids to control inflamation (he will now have a total of 5 meds controlling his allergies/asthma). We got home shortly after 11 PM.
Saturday afternoon Chris came over and related how he had told his wife what was happening and what he had told me as I was driving off. She couldn't believe he had said to "have a good one," and asked why he hadn't driven me to the hospital.
He took his cue from the fact that I seemed calm and didn't seem to be panicking. I told Chris, that if he ever saw me in a panic, that he should really be concerned because the sky was going to fall. I don't panic. I may have a reaction after the fact, when it is safe to do so (shakes, gray-outs, stuff like that), but I do not panic when it will be detrimental to do so.
Anyway, this is a shoutout to the volunteer paramedics and rescue personell, as well as the emergency room staff. Everyone was cheerful and nice and proffessional, which made the whole experience as pleasant as it could be!
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