I forgot about ERs. The ER around here stopped using respiratory therapists as part of their initial intake procedure, to save money or something. Since the doctors there are (a) busy and (b) mostly trained in treating traumatic injuries, they have virtually no idea what to do with an asthma crisis unless it's totally straightforward (and by straightforward I mean "involving copious and obvious wheezing", whereas by the time anyone sends me to the ER I'm beyond the ability to wheeze, I only start wheezing during the breathing treatment when I'm getting better).
Although it's better than when a friend of mine went to a different hospital, and she got scolded for 'not inhaling more than just shallowly' when someone was listening to her lungs. So she had to use what little air she had to tell the nurse that if she could breathe deeper she wouldn't be there.
And, yeah, I caught an infection when I was there recently. That's the other part that really sucks. When I got sick recently, people kept wanting to send me to the hospital for it, and I kept telling them "No, I'm already sick, I don't need to catch something else on top of it." Yecch.
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