I called Dr. K yesterday, upon taking my last dose of Singulair, to discuss a refill and the other drugs we talked about. She had left the office already. I left a message and was to expect her call sometime today. I missed her call, due to not being in the room with my phone (that rarely ever happens) and she left me a 1 min 47 sec long voicemail.
She was basically making assumptions based off what the receptionist had taken down as my message, and, while I'm glad she was thorough, her concerns were void. The receptionist must have forgotten to add the part where I said the Singulair was helping. Dr. K was worried about cramming all of these drugs into me just to see if it works. She considered that my problems are cardiac related.
I called her back upon listening to her voicemail. I had to wait on hold for about 12 mins, but I was glad to actually be able to speak to her personally. I informed her that the Singulair was working, and I could hear her feint sigh of relief over the phone. She was glad to hear that and glad that her cardiac concerns were no longer in the forefront.
She told me she would call in prescriptions for Singulair, Flonase, and Ventolin HFA (Albuterol). After hanging up with her, I heavily debated going back to sleep. I feel like I'm on a 3rd shift sleeping schedule. It's the worst. I got in bed, under the covers, then talked myself out of it. I had to get my drugs, run, and prepare for the night.
I went to Walgreens and dropped $76 in approximately 3 minutes.
I returned to my apartment, drugged up and prepared for today's run. The two 8 minute runs had me worried, but I was determined to give it a shot.
I headed out and it was pretty windy. Running into the wind isn't as easy as you would think, especially with as much surface area as I currently have.
I just kept running and running. The first run wasn't all that bad. I walked for 5 minutes then started the second. I was on my way back towards my apartment, but I knew with the longer run, I could easily get there before the run was over. The light being red on Hill St. helped to detour me eastward. I meandered around Old Louisville for a couple of minutes, then made my way back towards my apartment.
I was breathing a lot better today. The last run was rough on my legs, but I wasn't having too much trouble breathing. This run certainly pushed me though, and I'll probably do it again before going to that 20 minute run.
The song of the run was Death Cab for Cute - Marching Band of Manhattan. Again, my favorite band. A great song to cooldown to.