nebulized

For the record, I don't know if that really is a word.

I had to go to the doctor today. My cough wasn't getting any better, but at least it stopped feeling like I was coughing up bits of my lungs. He listened to my lungs and was not happy. Then he said, 'nebulizer'. I had asthma when I was younger, and going to the doctor late at night to be nebulized was nothing unusual. But this hasn't happened in ten, twelve years. More even. So there I was, holding the mask (now that I'm old enough to do this myself...) and breathing in and out as deeply as I could, and I had this flashbulb memory (psychobabble). I was really young and sitting on my dad's lap in my pediatrician's office getting nebulized.

So anyway. My doctor gave me Ventolin, which I hate, cuz even half a pill makes my hands shake and my heart rate increase. But I seriously need to get better by Thursday next week.

I think I'm going to go make cupcakes now. I want them, and there's nothing on tv.