Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sunny with a chance of Epinephrine

I was googling epinephrine yesterday to see if there was some was correlation I could make to the events of the day and my need for fundraising dollars. Instead I stumbled across a t-shirt touting that serotonin + epinephrine + dopamine = LOVE… Find me the cheesy nerd that came up with that and yes, it might lead to love. Mmmm… nerdy boys. Yum.

But back to what brought on the need to talk about epinephrine…

Yesterday was amazing! The weather here was the picture of perfection. Sunny, light breeze, warm (but not hot). Chirping birds, barking dogs, green grass, flowers, budding trees… I’m sure the problem is becoming apparent.

I headed over to see Dr. R about my nose. Septum straight. Looks like it’s healing nicely. We have a brief chat about training, how things are going, what events are coming up (so many I can’t keep track!), and making sure I continue to take care of myself and my new nose.

Things were still going extremely well when I got to Dr. L’s for my allergy injections. No beta blockers, no problems with my allergies today, no problems with my last set of shots, yes I am Lacey 1-5-80, right arm first.

The nurse starts to inject my arm with what feels like a flaming needle and blood backs up into the serum. She tosses the needle and starts again. I am almost certain that if I look down my skin will be falling off like I’ve been dowsed with acid. The left arm is perfectly painless in comparison.

So I take a seat as far away as possible from the kid bouncing the ball on the floor (while his mother sits like a beat down zombie nearby… not asking him to stop, or sit down, or be quiet… just looking defeated). I’m next to the most adorable little girl and her dad practicing spelling.

“Bury”

“Daaa-aaaad! You have to use it in a sentence.”

“We had to bury the dog.”

“Yucky.”

“Marry”

“Sen-tence da-ad!”

“I married your… umm… marry… marry… Will you marry me?”

This elicited so much giggling from such a little person. I couldn’t help but laugh myself. And then wheeze. Surely that’s not me. I opened my mouth wider and inhaled again. Yep, that’s me. So I ignored it through “berry”, “threw”, and “principal”. The spelling test suddenly stopped so I looked up to see what was wrong. The dad was staring me. Not in a good way. Clearly my breathing is audible and distracting.

I went up to the counter to let them know I might be having a little reaction. They took one look at me and took me to the back. Red skin, beginnings of hives, itchy hands, a lot of wheezing, hard to swallow.

Like a magic wand, Tiffany pulled out another needle, and hit me with an epinephrine shot. Ahhh… sweet release.

Then, the shaking begins. The combination of albuterol and epi make for a high level calorie burning full body shake. This is not as much fun as Tobey and I had predicted. And now that I’ve actually had to use it, it’s not so funny either. Boo on bad things. They are only funny before they happen.

But alas, I am fine and back to my normal red instead of the intense red. My hands don’t itch. And my skin is as smooth as can be expected for a thirty year old with sun damage.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I Lost All My Snarky Writing Energy

The horrible soul sucking cramp running through my foot and pulling my 2nd and 3rd toes into a pike position while ripping the muscle from my bones has consumed what little energy I had remaining. Because of the surgery and doctors orders to stay out of teh pool for 10-14 days, which I was clearly disregarding for the second time this week, I decided to kick it out. Just a girl, her Sweedish goggles, a Speedo Kickboard, and Zoomers.

Well... Joe Stocker would not likely be impressed. I barely swam 1000 and cramped up just a few laps in. Pretty sure this not the best way to honor his memory.

Joe is one of my "big three". If my life has a most influential category outside of my mother, Joe would not just be in the running, he would be contending for the title. Most people who swam for him would likely say the same thing. Joe was my club coach in Oklahoma City so many years ago it's stomach churning to say aloud.

Coach Sean, brace yourself for these credentials. You'll be impressed that a swimmer found such a well rounded coach back then. Joe was a Level 4 ASCA certified coach with nearly 35 years of experience coaching novice to Olympic Trial competition. He coached both high school and USA club swimming. He swam for the University of Nebraska and was a NCAA qualifier in 1962 in breaststroke. In 1973, Joe placed in the top 6 at the Masters World Championships. He was appointed to the Governor's Council on Physical Education for the State of Oklahoma in 1986 and charged with the responsibility to revise the physical education program for 9th graders. He has written and published articles in The Research Journal for Physical Education, Health and Recreation. His article titled "Performance Ladder", a program approach to teaching water skills to all levels was presented at the state convention for Physical Education. He won national triathlon titles (Trifed) in 1987, 88 and 89 and was 6th at Leon's in 1990 in the US National Amateur Trials to determine the US Team that was to compete in the World Championships. He has won 4 USTS titles and was a triathlete All-American.

Any of the other die hard tri guys impressed? I always was.

Coaching each individual swimmer to achieve their personal best was Joe's passion. But to the untrained eye, Joe was as unforgiving and tough as any coach could be. I remember well after I tore my ACL and MCL, Joe pushed me to kick full workouts. He knew if I didn't push it, I would be at the level we both knew I wanted to be. He would walk along less than a foot from the edge of the pool, urging me to push it harder with each kick. "You're not pushing it." "Give me more." "Work through it." "UP! UP! UP!" I would smile at him while forcing away the urge to vomit, but I always managed to give him more effort when he demanded it. He knew I had it in me and I trusted him. He gave me so much personal attention through my years with him. Even with what I thought was more attention than my mother was paying for (unless he worked cheap), he always found time to focus that much individual attention on each of his swimmers. It was almost like he created time.

So, am I disappointed in my work out? Yes. Was I happy to be in the pool regardless? Sure. Will I give it 100% when I swim tomorrow morning? You bet. All I've been able to think about since yesterday is Joe and that I didn't give that workout full effort. Full effort was the only way Joe did anything.

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Monday, March 22, 2010

Healthcare Bill and Surgery

After spending Sunday glued to C-SPAN, wondering how my own health care would be affected by the bill (it was a regular day at the theatre... I laughed, I cried, I cheered, I booed, I wondered why so many of the players wore ties that looked like a drug induced hallucination when shown on the television), I awoke Monday to the reality that regardless of what the state of health care did or did not look like this morning, I was having surgery.

Having forked over a copay last week for the surgery of just under $300, I was told I only needed to bring my driver's license and my insurance card with me to the surgery. Lucky for me (and the people looking to get paid) I brought along my wallet. I owed another $500 prior to the surgery... SURPRISE! It's like a birthday present, but not for me.

Perhaps things will change down the line. Or perhaps I am too middle class to be affected by the changes in legislation. We will see. Until then, an video of the pre-surgery excitement and a plea for support for the Asthama and Allergy Foundation of America...

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

I'll Bring the Spandex!


I just keep telling myself, "black is slimming... black is slimming... black is slimming... black is slimming..." But honestly, how slimming could these pants be? Anything that clings to my skin with such conviction can't have and regard for my pride at all.

I wear crazy tight pants to bike. I wear crazy tight pants to run. The only time I get to step away from the shame of crazy tight pants is when I swim... which leaves me with no pants at all, just pale skin and a Speedo. Triathlons are not for the self-conscious.

But, it gets worse. It's not just that I know I'm wearing spandex, it's that other people know I'm wearing spandex. And they can see it. Up close. In person.

I try to forget what I must look like, but the universe just won't allow it. This past weekend as I walked along Keller Springs with a perfectly slender man, I began to fear my shadow. Maybe the entire universe wasn't against me... but the sun certainly was. With each step my shadow revealed the parts or me that jiggle. Thanks shadow. It exposed the odd flat part of my butt that gets flatter when I extend my leg. Thanks again shadow. It taunted me by walking beside the thin man shadow for easy comparison. Wow, shadow, you're really going out of your way to make me feel awesome.

There is silver lining... for you. I'll keep wearing the spandex so you don't have to if you help the Asthma and Allergy Foundation. Just $5 will make a difference. Or you can donate $38 in honor of what my last new pair of slimming, black, running pants cost.

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Mark Austry

Back on March 15th, just one day after the Rock n Roll Half in Dallas, I started a blog about Mark Austry. Mark was a physician recruiter who got his start in the same company as me. I kept waiting to finish the blog, editing, deleting, rewriting, waiting for answers. How could a really healthy, 32 year old man die at a half marathon... Weeks later and still no answers, just that he had high levels of potassium in his blood.

Wow. Shades of the Disney Marathon for me, only I checked out of the hospital against medical advice because I figured it was just my asthma acting up as usual. The look Elaine gave me when I announced we were leaving makes more sense now. But that day I signed countless papers saying that I understood that my kidneys looked like they were shutting down, my heart could stop at any moment, I had already had more than four breathing treatments and still had a tight wheeze... check, check, check, sign, taxi.

I wonder now how foolish I was really being. The stubborn part of my brain (the part we all have left over from being 18 and certain that we would never die or get older) says I'm clearly fine so I made the right choice. The overly sensitive part of my brain (the part that wants me to have a better reason for being vegetarian than not really liking meat and wishes I were more zen like) says I'll be more careful in the future because life is a gift and my decisions affect more than just me. The brutally honest part of my brain (the part that had to give my tri coach my height and weight for a new wetsuit) knows I won't be. I'll continue to push it to the max, sweat it out, dance when I pass bands - marching or otherwise- wheeze and keep walking, only quit when an ambulance is imminent.

For more information on an amazing man visit the Star-Telegram.

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Lacey: 1 - Asthma: 0



The score isn't quite Lacey: 1 - Asthma: 0, but I've decided to wipe the slate clean as of yesterday. I'm like a kindergartner and asthma is the parent. I get to make up rules in order to win every now and then. After Tucson and Orlando, a fresh start is exactly what I needed. Possibly more eventful in the morning than most regular weekends.

2am-
The magic of daylight savings time and the ideas of a crazy bug collector cause 2am to become 3am and a very busy day to become busier. 23 hours instead of 24... ack.

5am-
My body is certain that it's 4am and not happy about being up. As I stumble around my room in the darkness, stubbing my toe on the bed frame, I consider going back to sleep.

5:45am-
Time to get going. A quick run through of the necessities. Bib? Check. Shoes? Check. Road ID? Check. Inhaler? Check.

6:15am-
Tweeting on the highway. Feeling a little nervous, but relaxed. Today isn't about time, it's about fun and finishers medals.

7am-
Standing in line for a shuttle with one of the elite athletes. He's quite thin... and yummy. I really must find a way to lure one of these pale runners into my web.

7:01am-
Changing my mind about luring a runner into my web. The conversations being had on the shuttle are making me long for the muddled echos of swimming. In the pool you don't have to listen to people talk about weight loss, times, or... wait for it... how a couple middle aged men think it's a good idea to remake Ferris Bueller's Day Off with Matthew Broderick still playing Ferris but now he skips work and his son skips school and they run into each other. Oh the hilarity. Shoot me now.

8am-
The race starts! Well... not for everyone.

8:20am-
Finally it's start time for the corral I snuck in to. Yes, I am a corral crasher.

13.1 miles, multiple bands, a firefighter piggyback ride, and a few port-o-pottys later, I earned my finishers medal... and some orange slices.


Some people were out on the course looking for a personal best. Some people were looking to complete the longest distance of their lives. Some people were out there just looking for fun. I was out there proving to myself and my lungs that we could make it without the inhaler. Mission accomplished.

Why stop there. I headed over to TI for a short 3000 yard swim and then to White Rock where I barely completed one lap. I officially know my body's limit... walk/jog= okay, swim= sure, bike= eff you, I'm tired.


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Friday, March 12, 2010

Abby's Story


Born on May 29, 2007, Abby is a ray of sunshine. She embodies all the characteristics of a happy little girl. She is joyful, loving, precocious, and inquisitive. She loves to dance and even plays a mean air guitar.

Shortly after Abby was born, her parents sensed that something was wrong. Like all babies, Abby cried…but she seemed to cry a lot more than other babies. Abby’s parents took her to a pediatrician when her appetite began to wane and her crying became more and more frequent. As she grew, she developed a severe skin irritation. She would scratch and rub her skin and was unable to sleep soundly from the discomfort. At only a few months old, Abby was beginning a very long journey that would prove challenging for her, her parents, and numerous physicians.

Abby and her parents visited doctor after doctor, traveling to several states and seeing several specialists. No one seemed to have an explanation for her condition. She was not responding to antibiotics, antihistamines, or any of the other treatments the different doctors tried. Over two and a half years, Abby’s parents had taken her to nearly twenty physicians including pediatricians, internists, immunologists, neurologists, dermatologists, allergists, and Eastern philiosophy practitioners with no answers and no improvement.

A few months ago, Abby began seeing an allergist who specializes in both Eastern and Western medicine, combing the two techniques. Abby’s tiny body was finally responding to treatment.

It is through research from organizations like the Allergy and Asthma Foundation of America that innovative treatments for children like Abby have been made possible.

Though Abby and her family still struggle daily with the debilitating effects of her allergies, Abby is a very happy and active little girl who is making great strides in managing her condition. With her third birthday quickly approaching, her family sees improvements daily.

Abby is a beautiful little girl and a fighter.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Allergy Injections


Happy birthday to me.

This year, on my birthday, I had my first appointment with Dr. L. The website clearly stated that they don't do allergy testing on your first visit, so I had nothing to worry about. Three hours later however, the visit had turned into a welt covered mess. Dr. L discussed my options with me. We decided on allergy injections and immediately scheduled my rush/rapid desensitization. Rush is a variation of the traditional treatment. Rather than increasing doses of allergens every few days or weeks, the doses are increased every few hours during the course of one day. Those 8 hours of rush cut down my initial phase of the allergy injections from 1-2 years to 4-8 months.

Now, twice a week, I visit the doctors office to watch cartoons, hang out in the waiting area for thirty minutes, stare at random strangers, read magazines, oh- and get the allergy injections. That's one shot in each arm twice a week... 4 shots. Good times.

I love the staff. I hardly notice the shots since the needle must be the world's smallest. But sometimes after I get them, I get sexy arm. Yes, sexy arm. It's hot. It's red. Hot and red. Generally two things one might consider sexy... whatever, let me have my moment.

The staff does not agree with the title sexy arm and knock me down a few rungs on my ego ladder by backing off the dose when I have a reaction to the previous shot. As I move forward in the process (especially as we enter killer allergy season), I will keep you posted on my progress. I may even have a celebratory cake in April if I don't have a mind numbing sinus infection between now and then. Celebrate small victories.

As with any of the information I share regarding my treatment, I can only speak for myself and suggest that you speak with your own physician if you have questions about your own challenges with allergies or asthma.

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Day of Feet



Everyone who knows me well knows that I have a serious aversion to feet. I feel about feet the way Pompey felt about Caesar, the way Sooners feel about Longhorns, the way Hiroshima feels about uranium… okay maybe the feelings aren’t quite that strong. However, the fact remains, I really don’t like feet.

One of the unfortunate effects of sports is the jacked up things that make feet even more unpleasant than I already find them. Imagine a food you really dislike. Now add a liver puree on top… and heavy whipping cream… and perhaps a squirt of lemon juice to make sure your cream is thick. Now eat it. No? Not interested? Neither I am.

Running

Calluses... Heels, toes, balls of the feet- oh my! Calluses are a buildup of dead skin in response to pressure or fiction. Apparently it’s not so much a skin issue, but a foot mechanics/shoe fit/bone problem. Sounds great! Could it get any better? Of course. The calluses can be thick, dry, scaly, yellow, red, tender, and flakey. Oh- and you can develop painful blisters under the calluses. Bring out the liver puree, because this is making me hungry.

Blisters. Small, fluid filled, skin bubbles. Much like calluses, blisters are caused by friction. Things can get worse if you have excessive moisture in your shoe (wet shoes from transitions, wet weather, or just plain old sweaty feet).

Toenail loss. Watch out, Matt! I’m throwing you under the bus! For years I was sheltered from the horror that is black toenails that eventually fall off. Then I met Matt. After long stints of running, Matt's feet are a total train wreck. You want to look away, but you can’t. Interestingly, he always knows when he’s going to lose a toenail. As though it’s as common as changing his oil, he will declare flatly, “I think my toenail is going to fall off.” Black toenails are caused by constant rubbing of the toes against the front of the shoe. You are basically creating an unbreakable blood blister under your toenail.

Swimming

Athletes Foot. Not all athletes wear shoes. But they should. You know something is bad when it is also called ringworm of the foot and has the potential to spread to the groin. Chlorinated pool areas do not have magical powers that make the deck a nice place to put your bare feet. I cannot stress this enough. When I go to the pool and when I’m in locker rooms the average number of people wearing some sort of shoe? One. Me. Ya’ll are sick. All I can say is keep your flip flops on and practice the good hygiene your momma taught ya!

Plantar warts. Get your barf bag ready. These noncancerous skin growths are caused by HPV. The virus enters through breaks in your skin, often beneath the pressure points in your feet. Ummm… pretty sure I already told you that these are the same places you are blisters and calluses… so umm… right… remember the shoe thing… yep…

Dry skin. This isn’t caused by chlorine, so don’t think you’re immune if you stick to open water. Your dry, itchy skin is a result of being in water for extended periods of time. Say adios to your skin’s natural oils. No big deal. Moisturize. Enjoy a moisturizing soak in the tub with some nice bath oil. You’ll be fine. And you’ll smell better. All this training is making you funky.

Cycling

Loss of skin. I’m leaving this to seasoned triathletes with their crazy horror stories. I’m not talking about a little flaking or a tiny blister sized loss. I’m talking about large sheet like pieces. Ugh.

More Calluses and Blisters… I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Ugh.

There is light at the end of the tunnel and it is right up my alley. What better for a girl who’s not a fan of feet? Something to cover them…

Shoes

Running Shoes: Proper shoe fit is one of the most important factors for your feet. Before Carie took me shoe shopping for my Disney marathon shoes, I had constantly bloody ankles. I know, there was an obvious problem and it should have tipped me off. In all fairness, I’ve ALWAYS had bloody ankles from running. I was getting used to it. It was like a badge of honor. A war wound. My way of telling the world, “yes, I worked out and here’s the crimson proof.” Then I fell in love with Earl at Run On! Dallas.

There are some ugly truths about buying running shoes. These will be harder to swallow for women than for men.
1. Feet get larger with age. So do your ears and nose. Won’t you be pretty.
2. Running shoes should be larger than your regular shoes. This gives men at triathlons and running events a chance to lie… until they are forced to drop the track pants and you see them in all their spandex glory.
3. Your left and right foot may differ by as much as a full size… if you are a freak. Are you?
4. Women’s feet may become a half size larger or more during pregnancy. This information would be better birth control for teens than those baby boot camps you see on Maury.
5. Feet swell during the day... whether you are running long distances or not.
6. Socks make a huge difference, get ready to lay out more money for one pair than your grandmother spent on that pack of crew socks she gave you for Christmas

I recommend a shoe fitting. There are a ton of places, but if you are here in the DFW area, I recommend Run On! and Luke’s Locker.

Cycling Shoes: Before we get into this, an important note- the clipless pedal is one in which your shoe is clipped in. Way to make that easy to decifer.

Clipless pedal systems offer you more bang for your energy buck. Because you are attached to the pedal in a stiff-soled shoe, you can pull more efficiently on your upstroke. This is great if you are in shape and enjoy that extra oomph. Some days I wish I wasn’t clipped in so that my burning thighs could enjoy taking it easy on the ride back up to the top of the circle.

Toe clips allow the foot to bend. You remember toe clips? Our parents’ 10 speeds from 1985 probably had them. Great if you need to stretch, save money, avoid maintenance, take your 5 and 7 year old on a bike ride to McDonald’s for pancakes. Bad if you don’t like losing energy.

Cycling shoes are a veritable smorgasbord. Mountain bike, road bike, triathlon, straps, laces, Velcro, colors, clips, widths, materials, country of origin… But here are some basics:
1. Bike shoes should have a snug fit (not tight, snug).
2. Different brands have different dimensions and will fit you differently. Try a bunch!
3. Not all shoes are compatible with all pedal systems.
4. Your feet should not hurt when you take your shoes off.
5. You get what you pay for.

Buying the right cycling shoes, much like my running shoes, required trained help. In the DFW area, there are a lot of options including Bicycles Plus and Richardson Bike Mart.

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Bearded Lady, The Werewolf Boy, The Sword Swallower, and Me

I am a freak show. Though my otolaryngologist did say today, “it’s not like we could take you to the fair and sell tickets.” So, I guess the Siamese Twins will stand together blocking my entrance into their side show society.

This morning was a barrel of fun… diphtheria/tetanus/pertussis booster, allergy injections (making progress, moved to a higher concentration today!), and a visit with the ENT.

It’s never good when a doctor asks whether you have drainage, you say no, and he looks in your throat and corrects you with a “yep, drainage.” But what is worse is when he checks out your CT scan and says there is something he needs to talk to you about… or, more accurately, multiple somethings.

1. Deviated septum. We knew that already. Maybe I was born with it, maybe it is the fault of the 1994 knee to the face swim team incident (thanks John), either way, it needs fixed.

2. Concha bullosa. Apparently it’s an abnormal pneumatization of the middle turbinate (strange little flaps in your nose) which is interfering with my breathing and my sinuses. Also needs fixed.

3. Middle Turbinate. As I mentioned before the concha bullosa is defined as being in your middle turbinate. In order to have a “middle” turbinate, you would need an odd number (three being normal). I have an extra. Four. Freakish. Like having an extra toe or a tail. Fixing this too.

4. Maxillary Sinuses. The exit is too small for the occupancy. It’s like the crowd from the Super Bowl exiting through one turnstile. And one more fix.

It can all be handled by a few doctors in a matter of a couple hours. Just some breaking, scraping, cutting, inserting, injecting and then I’ll be a whole new Lacey… still with virtually no sense of smell. I am nervous, but couldn’t be more excited for the results!

Added bonus? I’ll only be out of dry training for a week or so and out of the pool for two weeks.

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Head Case

Last week an acquaintance said that only crazy people do triathlons and my being in less than stellar health and still doing this made me a complete head case. With that, I figure now is as good a time as any to show you all what's really inside my head... and what an interesting mess of swirls it is.

Now, I would love to tell you all about what you are looking at, but all I am really certain of is that the hip bone's connected to the back bone, the back bone's connected to the neck bone, the neck bone's connected to the head bone... now shake dem skeleton bones! If you happened to be in medical school, residency or medical practice, you should probably only use that information as a loose guide.

I have been referred to an otolaryngologist (ENT) to get a closer look and also to use words to describe the images in something other than grey-black-white-swirly-mucus-are-those-my-eyeballs terms. So Thursday we will know for sure whether or not they will be cutting on the inside of my nose through my nostrils. If they have to, I say we go ahead with a little elective reshaping while we're at it. What harm could it do?


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Donation by the Numbers

Some people have asked how they can help and what they should donate. Here are some options to help with an amount. If you would like to donate, follow the link in the right hand menu bar or click here.

$1- Donate because asthma is the #1 cause of school absenteeism among children

$3- Donate because asthma is the third-ranking cause of hospitalization for children

$4- Donate one dollar for each of the sports I regularly participate in despite my asthma

$6- Donate one dollar for every medication I need to take daily

$8- Donate one dollar for each day that a child misses school on average per year due to asthma

$9- Donate one dollar for every mile I swim on average per week

$10- Donate one dollar for every one million outpatient visits attributed to asthma each year

$11- Donate one dollar for every life lost in one day due to asthma

$12- Donate one dollar for average number of times I visit a doctors office each month

$14- Donate one dollar for every one million missed days of school per year due to asthma

$15- Donate one dollar for every one million missed days of work per year due to asthma

$17- Donate one dollar for every 100,000 Hispanic Americans living with asthma

$18- Donate one dollar every one billion dollars of the estimated cost of asthma per year

$20- Donate for the estimated twenty percent of swimmers with asthma

$22- Donate one dollar for every shot I get in March

$25- Donate for the 25% of Americans with asthma and allergies

$30- Donate one dollar for every 1000 Americans who had an asthma attack today

$30- Donate ten dollars for each day in an average hospitalization due to asthma

$40- Donate one dollar for every 1000 Americans who missed work or school today due to asthma

$44- Donate for the 44% of asthma hospitalizations that are children

$50- Donate one dollar for every 100 Americans who visited an ER today due to asthma

$52- Donate one dollar for each of the 52° Fahrenheit of my coldest open water swim without a wetsuit

$55- Donate the average cost of a rescue inhaler

$60- Donate one dollar for every one million people in the US with chronic allergies and asthma

$65- Donate for the 65% of asthma deaths attributed to women

$80- Donate for the 80% increase in the asthma death rate for children in my lifetime

$100- Donate one dollar for every 10 Americans admitted to the hospital today due to asthma

$180- Donate one dollar for every minute I spend spinning in an average week

$150- Donate a one dollar for each puff of an inhaler I take on average per month

$200- Donate one dollar for every minute I spend running in an average week

$1000- Donate a quarter for each of the over 4000 deaths in the US due to asthma each year

$7000- Donate for the nearly 7000 additional deaths each year in which asthma was a contributing factor


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