You know that feeling right after you step off the most frightening rollercoaster ride of your life? Or the way you feel right after you narrowly miss a head-on collision with a semi-truck? The jittery, lightheaded, heart-racing, I'm not really sure which, but I'm definitely going to either laugh or cry or maybe both, and boy you better watch out and not get in my way because I'm probably going to choose the fight, rather than the flight option? You know the feeling.
Dr. says I need to take it three times a day, minimum, to get this thing under control. I actually yelled at three different kids yesterday. Yes, three. One after each dose. It took me that long to figure out what was going on. I didn't seriously chew anybody out, but when the kid got on the cupboard and was reaching for the scissors I keep on the top of the fridge I skipped my usual, "Hey you monkey, what do you think you're doing?" routine, and went straight to "NO!!! GET DOWN!!!" before I snapped my mouth shut and stood there trembling and talking myself down from an overwhelming urge to vault the table.
So today I took the first dose an hour before anyone was supposed to arrive, and the second after I got everyone settled down for a nap. I am standing here, typing, resisting the urge to run around the block a few times. I don't know what albuterol is, exactly, but it feels like a massive shot of pure adrenaline. I timed my pulse before and after a dose and it went from 60ish beats/minute to over 100. Yeah. Crazy stuff. Good to know that I'm just experiencing a drug-induced rush of psychosis, and not actually losing my mind, though. How do children on albuterol deal with this? I'm willing to bet there are asthmatic children out there who have been unfairly labelled "troublemakers."