drop in peakflow: asthma red flags

i check my peak flow twice daily. a normal non asthmatic person should get a reading of 550-600. since i have just above moderate asthma, my average morning reading is 300. and night time is 350. (my Pulmonologist wants to put me on oxygen since its so terribly low in the AM.)

i had an asthma attack today, the worst one i have had in a while. it happened so fast. i started coughing and then locked up. luckily my friend was over and got my rescue inhaler for me and went to set up my nebulizer. i stood up and actually passed out. after recovering (being able to breath somewhat substantially without my nebulizer) my peak flow was just above 200 and hasn’t passed 250 since. 

i called my Pulmonologist who made an appointment for monday. but he said if it happens again, or my peak flow does not improve by tomorrow morning i need to “GO IMMEDIATELY TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM!”

my life right now. 

i cant breathe

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Always Wanting More (Of You)

You told me you were toxic
And I told you thats alright
Im used to inhailing chemicals
& being alone at night
Of all the pills ive snorted
And needles I wish I had injected
The only thing I was drawn to
Was us inbetween the sheets
Whispering our own sick confessions
Meth, heroin, xanax
You were always the strongest
Had I only known
That you wouldnt last the longest
Yet I still kept coming back
You were my only addiction
Like they always say
The first step is admitting
But after bloodshot eyes
from sleepless nights
Without you by my side
All I could fathom
Was being drawn in again
By your euphoric tides
Baby I knew the whole time
I knew I had a problem
But all junkies think alike
& I thought that you could solve them
You left me scratching at my chest
As i left my voicemails screaming
I needed you around
To hide myself from my own demons
The withdrawls always kicked in
Whenever you werent around
But what I wasnt prepared for
Was the day that you ran out

- allwhoawaken