When we got back from there, I came in the house, and I thought I was doing OK, and then I sat down and realized I was going into an acute attack and Pauline mentioned something about her daughter shutting off the air filter. I had Mike turn it on and then lurched out of my chair gasping for air as I headed down the hall to my machine.

I did one treatment and it wasn't slowing the attack down. I called the doctor and got permission to do another treatment and I still only had about half my lung. I debated what to do. It was too late by this time to call Pauline and ask her to watch Bear while I went to the hospital and Mike desperately wanted to go with me. I finally told Mike that he'd have to drive me there and come back and wait for my call. Fortunately, the hospital is only a mile away, so he zipped me off there and I packed an overnight bag because I was feeling that badly.

He dropped me off in front and waited for me to go inside and then zoomed off back to Bear. I could barely speak because my lungs were so compromised, so I was showing cards to the nurse to give my name and I whipped out a medication list to show what all the medications I'm on. I think I blew her mind when she saw the list. But Mike and I had decided that as long as I was on this much medication that we should write it down because it was hard for us to keep track.

The coughing, oh, vey, the coughing. I'm sorry, but it doesn't matter how many kegels you do, when you've got bronchitis and severe asthma dancing the light fandango through your pulmonary system. I had a severe coughing fit and told the nurse,"I'm glad I wore a pad because the kegels aren't mattering." She smiled kindly and said,"When it's that bad, there's not a thing you can do."

When they did a peak flow, where you blow into this meter thing and it gauges how badly compromised your lungs are. I could get a little over 300,which isn't bad, but usually for me, 500 is pretty good. 300 for me means I'm in deep doo-doo. So they gave me a cocktail of the stuff I have at home and some steroid and I sucked on that for a while and I swear at some point, my lungs just popped. When the last of the medication had gotten sucked up in there, I shut it off and found I was talking relatively normally to the nursing staff. We did a peak meter flow thing and I blew the top off the thing. I felt terrific for about a whole half hour. I asked them to let me look for Genevieve's heartbeat because she hadn't kicked at me in a while and they brought in a doppler and the guy couldn't find her at first, so I hunted and found her. They released me and I called Mike.

When we got home, we moved the air filter into the bedroom and I did a half a treatment for good measure and conked out cold at 1AM with Mike in tow. At about 530, my lungs were filling up, so I did a treatment off the machine, but today I can breathe better than I did yesterday. Not a lot better, but better.

At this point, I'll take anything I can get, especially oxygen. Anyone got any *hot* oxygen I can put on my insurance?

I've upped my insulin to 54 in the AM and tonight it will be 44 in the day because even though I upped it two unit yesterday, my sugar was high-ish for me this morning and a smidge too high last night.

I'm probably being a bad mom-to-be, but I'm dropping out about a half carb in the morning and evening meals to keep my sugars down. Mike gave some cheese in my eggs to make up some of the calories from not having two slices of toast. So far, so good.