It all started with a cat. No, I'm serious. I was on a business trip in Toronto, staying in a hotel and realized that my asthma was horrendous at night in the hotel room. I, thankfully, had all my asthma meds so figured I'd 'tough it out' until the next day when I was going back home to Chicago.
But my breathing didn't get better, so we went to a local doctor's office to get one of those nebuliser treatments (the mask with the good asthma drugs in it). I had a few of those and went home feeling better but not 100%, but I was quite speedy (a side-effect from pumping all that adrenalin into my lungs!) so we all thought things would drastically improve by the next day. Have you guessed? Nope, they didn't improve so I went back to the doctor's office and this time they took a chest x-ray. There was tons of fluid in my right lung - which is why I couldn't breathe, for goodness sake! - and they told me to go directly to the hospital (A&E/ER!)... no waiting, I needed to go right then!!
The emergency department was a quick visit as I was admitted pretty quickly to St. Mary's hospital in Chicago. And here we began what can only be described as a bizarre episode of 'House' as everyone tried to figure out why my lungs were filled with fluid.