So today I found out my old friend asthma is back, with his buddy bronchitis. I've been through this plenty of times before, it used to happen a lot when I was a kid and I'm sure was triggered by seasonal allergies. In fact, I've ignored it cavalierly in the past, too, and it turned into pneumonia once.
So, today I had my first EKG. The doc identified the bronchitis very quickly... low pulse-ox (oh, no energy...literally because I am low on fuel!) and gave me anti-biotics and an inhaler. But he's reluctant to let me use the inhaler much, since it can make the heart beat fast - something I remember well from when I was a wheezy, allergic, asthmatic nerdling. Without identifying whatever weird stuff my heart is doing, it could be dangerous.
So I get to spend tomorrow hooked up to a heart monitor to get 24 hours of data recorded, and then talk to him again.
I'm 38. I'm not ready to have heart problems. Maybe when I'm 138. Not now.
I blame the dog.