I knew I shouldn't have made a post about it being quiet...

As soon as I do, weird shit starts happening. I swear, there is some cosmic being going "oh look, they are happy and content, time to give them a mindfuck".

We spent the weekend at my parents house, not bad, was kinda nice because we were able to really relax. But I started feeling worse and worse there.

Sunday afternoon, after we get back to beautiful Eau Claire, I decide to go to Urgent Care. My cough is starting to get constant, and I am wheezing more. The PA looks at me, and just says "oh you have bronchitis, here is some medicine, have a good day".

So we fill the meds (4 different perscriptions!), go home. I sleep most of Monday (codine laced cough medicine... lovely), and feel slightly better Tuesday. Or so I thought.

Fortunately, Jen had off on tuesday. It started with me, apparently, babbling. And my lips and extremities turning blue. Then, apparently about noon, I started singing "It's a small world" over and over again. My wife, knowing that I do not sing and dance on a normal basis, dragged me to the hospital.

I never had bronchitis. I was having the mother of all Asthma attacks. My oxy level was dangerously low, and if it hadn't been for my wife being home, i was told there was a good chance I would of passed out in my chair. My body was suffocating me slowly.

Now, this is the SECOND time that Sacred Heart Hospital here in Eau Claire has fucked up my diagnosis, and cost me dearly. The first time was with my ankle. (as in: "It's just a sprain, walk it off.", then the next day "er, apparently that bump you feel movign on your leg is actually the bone with is broken, you shouldn't walk on it, oh and it will never heal right because you did").

So as a warning to all: If you are in Eau Claire, and you aren't feeling well, go to Luthor hospital. NEVER go to Sacred Heart.