I got a new contraption yesterday (pictured below).
This strange looking contraption is in fact an asthma inhaler.
No, I do not have asthma. But I have been suffering from a recurring cough since New Year.
I contracted the cough around New Year. Ed contracted and suffered from a terrible cold in December, and then very graciously shared it with me. Several months spent in the confined, airconditioned natural-light-depraved bays of the Accenture Mumbai office didn’t help matters. After several fruitless visits to my NHS GP (absolutely useless), and 1 or 2 (what I feel unecessary and not particularly healthy) treatments of antibiotics, this past August I finally demanded to see a specialist.
I met with Dr Collins of Chelsea's Lister Hospital yesterday. After discussing my case history, putting me through a breath test, and listening here and there, he deduced that I did not have asthma, but perhaps highly sensitive cough nerves, probably rattled by the India experience and still a little on the sensitive side.
So whenever I feel my cough rearing it’s ugly head, all I need to do is take a dose of my inhaler to calm down those fiddly cough nerves. My hope is they’ll eventually take the hint and settle down back to some level of normalcy.
1 comment:
ahhh, ventolin. my ashtmatic aunt charry uses this and i would torture her by making her laugh, unknown to her that i have her inhaler.
whatta bummer you have to use an inhaler, aileen! put vicks, that'll do the trick.
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