After a very long time, years actually, with no symptoms, my daughter’s asthma is flaring up this summer. She went to the doctor once already and got two new inhalers. She called this morning to get a follow-up appointment. Then she went to her job as a lifeguard. It was hot and muggy as the sun came up this morning, and it kept getting hotter and muggier as the
hours minutes passed.
She texted me (at summer school, a half hour away) that she felt like crying because she didn’t think she could wait that long to see the doctor. (I felt like crying reading that… and like rushing home to take care of her.) She said it wasn’t an emergency- she was just tired of having a hard time breathing. I advised her to call the doctor’s office again and try to talk to the nurse and see if they could work her in. She tried, but the nurse wasn’t available. The receptionist did move her appointment up- but it still would not be until the day after tomorrow.
I asked her if she thought she should call in for a replacement at the pool and go home. She did. I told her she could call the doctor’s office and ask for the nurse or doctor to call her. She didn’t know if she could do that because she felt like she was bothering them too much. I told her to use her own judgment. She called again.
By the time I got home, the doctor had called in a prescription for another medication. (I went to the pharmacy for her.) She is feeling slightly better after the first two doses. She is taking it easy… but growing up, starting to handle things on your own, is not that easy. Being the mom trying to let her do it is not so easy, either.