....when you can't breathe???
I am fine, and I didn't need help in the end but it was a sobering experience.
I went to bed, lay down and started to cough - and I coughed and coughed and coughed until I was retching and thought my lungs were going to end up in the sink!
I staggered downstairs and put the kettle on and coughed/inhaled steam in the hope it would help: taking inhalers was impossible as there was no respite from the coughing. I eventually decided to ignore the 'if you make it whistle you are breathing too hard' with the spacer and managed to get some salbutamol into my lungs.
After what seemed an absolute age the coughing subsided a little and I was able to breathe between bouts.
After it was all over I realised that at one point I had considered phoning 999 but there was no way I could speak to tell them anything.
I have now told my family that if they get a phone call from me and all I am doing is coughing/retching/gasping please send me an ambulance!!
There are times when living alone is a bit scary!
I did also learn to give it a bit of time and get some medication in my body before ringing anyone