We flew back to California from Philadelphia on the last Thursday of July. It gave us several days before the kids started school, and just under a week before I left to go on an international work trip.
On Friday morning I woke up for work with a little shortness of breath. Sometimes that happens after cross-country flights, we’re hauling a lot of luggage which puts extra strain on everything, and anxiety and flights in general can lead to hours of more shallow breathing, a natural reaction I have due to the mild case of asthma I have. I didn’t think too much of it, and went about my day.
Around 3PM the shortness of breath got to a point where it was beyond what’s normal and tried to take my Albuterol inhaler, to little effect. By 4PM I was actually struggling with the amount of chest pain I had, and full on inability to breathe deeply. This is kind of when panic set it. Pain was on my right side, so probably not a heart attack. Panic attack? Google thought it could be a blood clot in my lungs that would kill me at any moment, especially since it followed a cross-country flight. Thanks, Google. I asked Ana to take the boys for a few extra hours and called MJ to come home and take me to the Emergency Room.
I’ll skip to the end real quick: It was an asthma attack and a pulled chest muscle. I’m fine!
It took a few hours to get me there though. Thankfully, the ER wasn’t busy and they got me in quickly. I got an EKG and a chest X-Ray, and they did piles of blood work before I even saw the doctor. Everything came back negative for the very bad things, and I started feeling a bit silly over it all. When I finally saw the doctor, he said I did the right thing by coming in. Once you hit 40, radiating chest pain is not something you take lightly, it very well could have been something serious. Getting the all clear for everything life-threatening also gave me piece of mind to go home and have a clear idea of how to move forward if this happens again.
They gave me an Albuterol breathing treatment before I left and sent me home with a prescription for a five-day course of steroids and a new Albuterol inhaler (mine had expired two years ago, oops!), and firm instructions to rest over the weekend.
There were a few things I learned over this whole episode. First, asthma attacks when I’m 44 feel very different than they did when I was 18, the age I was the last time I ended up in the ER for an asthma attack. When I was younger, they were more obvious and localized, the fact that this one took out my whole core was quite the change. I now know what to look for! Secondly, I need to take my asthma seriously again. For years I thought I’d grown out of acute attacks, only really acknowledging that I had asthma when it took me a long time to recover from colds (I had bronchitis annually for a few years in my 30s) and was more sensitive to wildfire smoke. None of this triggered go-to-the-ER asthma attacks though, all of this was easily controlled by my inhaler, which I often didn’t even bother traveling with. Things change as you get older, and apparently it’s incredibly common for childhood asthma to return when you get older. Here I am. I’ll be keeping my inhaler prescription current, and I definitely won’t be leaving it home when I travel.
I’ll also say that the whole thing was very scary, and leaves me with a low key level of anxiety following the attack because even if it’s “just an asthma attack,” I couldn’t breathe! And the recovery was no joke, I was sore for days. I also can’t pinpoint a precise trigger, as far as I can tell it was just the culmination of stress related to closing up the townhouse and coming home after summer there, cross-country travel, and jumping back into work without pause. I need to take better care of myself and not be in GO GO GO mode all the time, and that’s very contrary to my nature. How does one relax? Especially when there’s always so much to do and people depending upon me?
Well, I got practice relaxing over the weekend when I was under doctors orders to do so. Basically the boys and I played a lot of video games in the mornings, and then transitioned into a supporting role in MJ’s house projects throughout the weekend. He was able to get the new rear-view mirror installed in the Kia Carnival, which takes an entire afternoon and some strategic dismantling of the frame around the windshield to run the wires. But now we have control of our garage door from buttons on our mirror like the rest of the cars! It’s wild that the 2025 versions of the Carnival only offered this in the highest trim version, and the cost of installation by the dealership was also wild. We also made a ton of progress on the electrical panel in the garage, it’s basically done but the panels needed to be put back and monitoring components added. The boys had fun while the power was shut off, especially since a late conclusion of work Saturday night meant that they got to go to bed late.
We also got to do s’mores at home and go to all our favorite restaurants here in town again. I love spending the summer in Philly, but it was nice to be back home in California.
Wednesday is when the boys really got back into the routine again, they started school! Aaron is now in Kindergarten and Adam is in 2nd grade, at the same elementary school they went to last year, so it was a pretty easy transition for them both. Honestly I think they were glad to be back on a routine, even if it does mean they’re quite tired by the end of the day.
And on Thursday I left for an international work trip! IBM Z Forum has whisked me away to Australia to talk about open source and purpose-build architectures with regard to IBM LinuxONE. My favorite topics! And I was in for a whirlwind of learning about banks and government organizations in Australia and New Zealand.























































































