Have you ever sat in a waiting room, looked around and felt like maybe you were in the wrong place? Like maybe your doctor moved to a different floor without notifying you? This is how I felt yesterday as I took a seat in my pulomonologist's office. For a spilt second I wondered if I had walked into central casting for the Biggest Loser. It was beyond depressing. It was worse than the DMV. I pulled out my iPhone just to prevent myself from staring until this woman who looked like she could kick my ass, came at me with her gas tank. She wanted my seat despite the fact that there were several others available (and facing the TV,... which was her main concern). Well, I was going to give her my seat until she started talking shit and at that point, well...I just lost all sympathy. In reality, the way that actually manifested itself was that I sat there pretending like I didn't speak English. Now I would never typically do this because I for one, hate perpetuating stereotypes but this lady was seriously in a grey sweatsuit, lugging around a gas tank that was about the size of a German Shepard. So I felt it best to play the language barrier card instead of really getting into it.
Finally I was called into my appointment. I was told to sit in a glass box and basically inhale varying amount of chemicals that would ultimately simulate an asthma attack. This went on for an hour. It was so much fun. Actually I lied. It sucked. I was on this miniature swivel chair spinning around to try to keep myself awake. I kept thinking...so this is what having narcolepsy is like. Awesome. I think I probably looked insane. I kept moving around I just couldn't sit still for fear of falling asleep and having to start over.
Side Note: I barely slept last night. I tossed and turned and coughed a light annoying cough that comes and goes as it pleases. My chest feels like a family of midgets is sitting on it and I'm struggling to focus right now so I apologize if this post comes off a little disjointed.
Anyway, the whole episode was exhausting and now I wait for the results. Till then, I'm just going to try to take it one breath at a time.*
*shutup...I'm tired and it's like the only thing I could think of to tie up this post
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