How  I Learned To Cope With Asthma Flares

When I was a kid, I had severe asthma attacks. Doctors would often note their amazement at how calm I was. Here I’d be all frogged up on the edge of the bed. The bed would be shaking from the way I was breathing. Yet, I’d be the calmest person in the room.

So, I handled asthma attacks calmly. I handle them with a flare of equanimity and aplomb. I could be severely short of breath. Yet, I could walk right through a room full of people and have not one person observe I was having trouble breathing.

I was diagnosed at a young age. I got short of breath quite often. I almost like to think I just grew up with asthma. I got to know it quite well. That’s the only way I can think to explain how I responded so calmly to asthma attacks. Like, it was just part of my life. It was, so to speak, what was normal for me. Feeling asthma symptoms was a normal part of my life.

There may also have been other elements. I learned, by trial and error, that staying calm was the best way. Staying calm prevented the asthma attack from getting worse. Sometimes this leads to daydreaming. I’d let my mind wander to happier places. I’d think of walking on the beach or something like that. I learned to find ways of staying calm.

Sometimes, as I got older, I may have done this for the show, too. I think I did it because I didn’t want people to worry about me. Or, at least I didn’t want them to worry about me more than they already did. So, staying calm not only benefited me, it benefited those around me. Like, I was a pleaser.

What was wrong with this approach?

So, I talked once about my 6-months stay at the asthma hospital. It was on January 8, 1985. That was the day before I was admitted. Mom and I stayed at a hotel across the street from the hospital. After we went to bed nocturnal asthma struck. I was short of breath all night long. Still, I did not wake mom up. She had an epi pen. She was given it just for this purpose. And I knew it. But, here I was staying calm amid an asthma attack because I didn’t want to bother mom.

The next day, at 9 a.m., a nurse named Kathy was admitting me to the hospital. She looked at me and said, almost immediately, “You are blue.” She called what they referred to as a cold blue. It was not because I stopped breathing. It was because my lips and fingertips were blue.

This activated their emergency system.

“I’m fine,” I insisted. I was short of breath, I admit. But it wasn’t THAT bad!. “I’m fine, really! You don’t need to do this.”

“You are not fine,” said Kathy. Suddenly it wasn’t just Kathy. Two other nurses were now helping her out. One was preparing a breathing treatment. I DID need that. But, what I didn’t need was all this attention. It made me feel very uncomfortable. And that may be another reason I stayed so calm. I didn’t like being the center of attention. And asthma, for crying out loud, ALWAYS made me the center of attention.

But that attitude ended right then and there. These nurses had seen this before. They knew exactly what I was doing. I may have fooled mom, but I wasn’t going to fool them. They knew that I had become so used to asthma that I just blew it off. And that was not good.

So, what happened next?

Education happened. These nurses educated the heck out of me. I went to asthma classes. I learned how serious my disease was. I learned what could happen if I didn’t ask for help. I learned about asthma action plans. I learned about asthma controller medicines. I learned the advantages of being compliant with your asthma treatment regimen.

Keep in mind things were different back then for us asthmatics. There was lots of knowledge back then, and some nice medicines. But, it paled in comparison with what we have access to today. I was ultimately able to obtain good asthma control back then. But, my asthma control today is far better. So, that’s pretty neat in and of itself.

So, did I learn my lesson?

Well, kind of. As far as staying calm during asthma attacks, I still do that. I’m a cool guy, after all. I have a phlegmatic personality. It only makes sense that I remain cool during flare-ups. And, I do tend to blow off symptoms. But, to be fair, symptoms today are very mild compared to what that boy in 1985 experienced. So, this is how I deal with asthma flare-ups. How do you deal with them? Please share in the comments below.

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  • emmejm
    4 months ago

    I had similar (but not as severe) experiences. I’m still trying to overcome that and become an engaged and aware patient because I know I frustrate my doctors. As a kid, I wasn’t well-educated about my asthma and my symptoms were very poorly controlled. Now, when I have a flare-up, I compare it to how I felt almost every day of my childhood and say, “eh, it’s not so bad today,” instead of using albuterol before things get worse.

  • Shellzoo
    4 months ago

    I think working in healthcare, I am preprogrammed to believe if I am not wheezing and I can breath, I am OK. Of course I rarely wheeze. I have wheezed but no healthcare provider has ever heard me wheeze. What I do is cough. I start coughing until I can hardly talk. I have also had dizzy spells and chest tightness but of course I could breath. Not great but I could breath. I would get so short of breath walking up stairs but, I could breath. So, only recently was I actually diagnosed with asthma and only because before my allergy shots I mentioned I wheezed the night before. (I did not tell them I woke up at night and looked around my house for the crying baby that I kep hearing until I realized it was me wheezing) so, my shots were not given but I got some testing done and an inhaler and had to use them in the office. I had a rough summer this year and was told I have moderate persistent asthma but, I think I feel pretty good now and hopefully my spirometry results will not be worse at my next appointment. It took me a long time to use my albuterol inhaler after I was diagnosed this past Spring but now I am a little better at using it if the cough starts up or my chest starts feeling tight. We always joke that healthcare workers are the worst patients. I really do hate being the patient.

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