Why I bought a portable nebulizer
I don’t use my nebulizer often. If I’m sick, or having a really bad flare (and either on prednisone or thisclose to being on prednisone, or in sticky situations where my inhaler is not working well for me), or sometimes in the winter when the cold air just gets me (a la “ and the smoke got me - ain’t nobody got time for that!”) those are the only times I really use it. Of course, these times are often the most inconvenient, so with consultation with my friend Stephen all the years ago that my doctor and I finally agreed that my getting a nebulizer would be a good idea, I bought a small portable nebulizer with a rechargeable battery.
The choice to get a portable nebulizer compressor was an easy one for me. Since I do not need nebulizer breathing treatments often, I really do not need multiple compressors—a good travel compressor should, for the most part, be as good as a non-portable one, but I don’t have experience to compare and this is just what I have heard. For me, my little one works well enough. I use a slightly more expensive (non-disposable) nebulizer which can be as important as the compressor. When I travel by plane, my nebulizer is in my carry-on bag, mostly in case my checked bag goes for an adventure without me and does not come back either for awhile or ever—it costs a little too much money to gamble with! These devices are often more expensive in Canada than the United States, so while I know a lot of people with multiple neb compressors, I’ve got one, which meant it had to fit the bill for wherever I needed it. I don’t carry it around everywhere, all the time, but I travel often enough that something small, light, and relatively packable was important (although I do often contemplate removing it from the carrying case it came with in exchange for a Ziploc bag to save space!).
Being an infrequent user (thankfully!) my biggest hassles with it are in terms of maintenance-ish things: remembering to clean the nebulizers once in awhile (I stick ‘em in a baby bottle dishwasher container rack thing), keeping it charged and the cord with me is maybe the biggest hassle—see also, that time when I was flaring, on prednisone and nebbing regularly in California, and it died in the airport bathroom in Vancouver when I was halfway home and I’d forgotten the charge cord. Well… I got some of the treatment at least. Fortunately, aside from a few weird things in California both on that first trip and my third time there (likely some sort of allergy, I’d presume!) and a couple blips in Denver (where I forgot tubing and had to borrow it from friends—oops. Note: Probably not the most sanitary thing but we’re cool), I’ve mostly carried my neb compressor for no reason.
And really, I am okay with that.
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