The Doctor told me that I would feel irritable. My mom would get “irritable” when I was a kid with her migraines. I don't care though. I'm so sick of being sick. I'll do anything to get over this.
Tuesday night Ashley took me to the Emergency Room. It wasn't a mad dash or anything. I pretty much planned it for about an hour. My chest just wouldn't stop hurting and it kept getting worse. I had never felt pains like these before so I figured as it was nearing 10PM that it would be a better idea to go now then later. It proved to be a wise idea.
They took all my vitals. Everything was pretty much perfect. Great blood pressure and my oxygen level was even at 100. Pretty good for a guy who smokes a pack a day.
They gave me a chest exam and ran an EKG on me. The EKG came back pretty good as well. The only problem was my fast heart beat. That was probably due to my low-grade fever though. After all of the testing I sat in an exam room by myself for an hour waiting on a doctor. I actually fell asleep for a while. After waiting for 45 minutes I asked if anyone had forgot about me and then went and got Ashley out of the public waiting room to hang with me. I didn't want her to think anything was wrong with me.
Shortly after she joined me a doctor came in to see me. He listened to my heart beat and I told him that it hurt to swallow food or drink and I could feel it burning going down. After checking me out a little he went to find my x-ray's. Ashley and I were just sitting there talking when all of a sudden the Doc. Walks in with a pretty concerned look on his face.
“How much do you smoke a day”
A bolt of electricity shot through my whole body.
“About a pack a day.”
The look on his face scared the shit out of me.
“You have to quit smoking now. I'll get you some hot line numbers. Your chest looks really bad. I've never seen anyone your age with this much damage to their chest.”
I was terrified.
“I'll quit. I promise. I won't ever smoke again. I don't have cancer do I?
He shook his head, “No, You're too young for that.”
I think my soul let out a little sigh.
“Is any of the damage permanent?”
Oh God! Let it be reversible.
“It's not permanent if you quit now.”
I have a new lease on life.
“I swear to God I'll quit!”
Ashley and I sat in the room quite relieved, but still scared at what might have been.
The doctor prescribed some antibiotics for the bronchitis,steroids,Tylenol and an anti-inflammatory. He told me the steroids would make me irritable and possible sick to my stomach, but I didn't care at this point.
The full diagnosis?
I have bronchitis. I've also taken so much medicine the last month that it has finally backfired on me and caused my stomach to be upset along with an inflamed esophagus and bleeding/swelling gums.
Pretty gross huh?
It gets worse. Since I've done so much damage to my chest in 3 years I now have pockets of air in my chest that would normally let sickness and disease out, but now are trapped due to the effects of smoking. I actually believe at this point since I've been taking all of my medicine that those air pockets are gone. They were in full effect last night though.
For the flaming esophagus and swollen gums it's a mofo trying to eat anything. I can't have anything acidic because it hurts to bad and everything must be soft so it doesn't kill my mouth. I'm hoping these side effects of taking to many drugs will wear off by the end of the weekend. I can only hope.
I had a pretty fucked up Tuesday night, but we managed to only be at the ER for a little under 3 hours and it was totally worth it. I'm on the way to recovery. My fever and sickness are gone for the most part. Now I'm just waiting for the inflamed body parts to cool off.
The greatest part though is that I've had my warning. I was being stupid, but I got off the hook. Who knew that smoking could do so much damage in three years? It's insane.
I do have a new lease on life though. I'm not worried about smoking at all. I had to stop eating sugar and I've done just fine with that. I'm excited about my smoke-free life. I have no desire to do anymore damage to myself that might actually be permanent. I'm so grateful that my body can and will heal.
I just hope my smoker friends will figure it out for themselves before it's too late. I'm just lucky that I had the fear of God put in me concerning the death sticks.
Here's to good health!