That was the first question that the emergency room doctor asked me when he entered the room that afternoon.

“No-o-o,” was my shaky response.

I’d started my day with an 11 a.m. breathing test at an Enid hospital.

All had gone well and my doctor’s appointment to get the results wasn’t until 1 p.m. and I couldn’t resist checking out the hospital’s gift shop.

Once in the car I headed for WallyWorld during a lunch-time rush.

On the way I went to the pet store because WW had been out of her favorite food the week before.

After that, I felt a little shaky.

Probably because I’d skipped breakfast, and dinner the night before, I thought. So I got in a long drive-thru Chickfi l-A lunch line, ordered a sandwich, then pulled into the empty mall parking lot to eat it.

That helped, so I headed out to WW to get my English muffins that only they seem to carry.

By the time I got my items on the check-out counter I was out of breath, and sat down on the edge of the bag area at the empty counter next to me.

At the checkout I asked for carry-out assistance, and the young man got my groceries in the car while I got myself in, and tried to catch my breath.

It was almost time for my doctor’s appointment so I headed that way, held onto the steering wheel to keep me from shaking, then made it to their office parking lot. I was shaking more and managed after two trys to get the door open into the building, then onto the elevator, and into the doctor’s office.

“I … can’t … stop … shaking,” I told the receptionist behind the screen who immediately called for a nurse to help with an “Albuterol reaction.”

Or I thought that’s what she said while I made it to a waiting room chair and continued to shake uncontrollably but was relieved to know the medicine had caused what was happening.

Soon two nurses were at my side with a wheelchair. Soon we were off the elevator, then onto the first floor and through an office building side door onto a busy street before reaching a side door into the hospital.

I was still shaking when we got inside, and wondered if I was breathing fast because I was exhausted from holding my feet up because there was no foot rest on the wheelchair. Or, just what was going on with my body as they pushed me into an exam room.

Apparently they didn’t know either because they started putting stickers all over my chest, and doing a test that I found out later was to find out if I’d had a heart attack.

The doctor asked how long it was after my breathing test it was before the shaking started.

“I told him maybe 45-minutes to an hour, and I hadn’t eaten breakfast or dinner the night before, so I thought maybe that was why I was a little light-headed. So I stopped to get something to eat.”

He asked what I ate, and I told him it was a chicken sandwich.

He asked if I ate it all.

“No,” I said. The ER doctor said they were surprised at my reaction to the medicine because my chart showed Albuterol sulfate inhalers on my list of medications.

“I have one in my purse,” I said, “but I don’t use it regularly. Maybe once a month.” Albuterol was also in the last part of my breathing test that morning.

Before the doctor came into the room I texted Jill, my #1 Daughter-From-Another- Mother. I told her I was in the ER just in case she’d worried that I hadn’t called yet to give her “Proof of Life” for the day.

After they released me to drive home on my own, I called her again, and said my shaking was caused by Albuterol.

Then before I left the hospital I learned that if I’d eaten breakfast that morning I probably wouldn’t have had that reaction, and that my heart is OK.

I’m pretty sure both of those are something I’ll remember for a long time.