Ken has had a mild cold for the past few days. He only had a sore throat and fatigue, and I thought he might bounce back pretty quickly, but unfortunately it has moved down into his chest. When Ken gets a chest cold it triggers his normally dormant asthma.
When Ken's asthma comes on it can do so quickly and with a vengeance. I have spent all morning listening to his coughing fits with close attention, trying to determine whether he's catching his breath again or whether I should dash to the phone to call 911.
Of course I called the pharmacy as soon as Ken's coughing fits started sounding like a drowning sea lion. We had been careful to ensure that he had repeats left on both of his asthma medications. Hey guess what! He's been healthy and asthma-free for too long! Since his remaining prescriptions were first written in 2009, the pharmacist can't fill them! For the love of...
Given the choice between taking a cab to the closest urgent care centre (an Ontario government invention which is halfway between a walk-in clinic and an emergency room) or calling the MedVisit house call service, Ken elected to stay at home. So now we wait for a travelling family doctor who will come by to assess Ken anytime between 1 pm and 10 pm. I'm really hoping it's sooner rather than later.
It's pretty cool, and heaven knows I'm grateful that all these services, including the house call, are covered by OHIP (the Ontario Health Insurance Plan). I just hate hearing Ken struggle to breathe. It's so frightening. Stupid College of Pharmacist regulations - why can't they just sell me a damn inhaler?
UPDATE: Big shout-out to the travelling Dr. Rabindranath and our local pharmacist. Ken is now medicated and feeling much better. :-)