I made it through the weekend

First off, I must apologize for frightening my friend here.  This site has become a much needed daily boost of love and friendship.  I missed it yesterday with the update work.
Saturday was ugly.  I don't even remember much of it!  I know that at several points, I would have went to the ER in the late afternoon, but there was no one here to take me.  I couldn't get enough air out of my lungs to speak.  My husband related to me that when he came home for lunch he was frightened at the sight of me.  I was gray.  I do remember him kissing me goodbye and asking if I was going to be okay.  He told me that night that he was fearful that he would come home to find me dead.
Saturday night, I got a bit perkier.  Sunday, I had a banquet to run for a voters meeting for a non-profit, 200 people and 30 children.  I managed, at a slower pace, but felt running circles round the room because I felt 3000 times better than Saturday.  Don't misunderstand.  I am still having pulmonary issues.  My chest wall was sore by the end of the day and I fell asleep watching my packers, but with a smile on my face.
Maybe a bit punkier this morning than yesterday, but my pulmonologist appointment is only a week away!!  I am sure he will get me breathing right.
Wish I knew what causes the ebbs and flows of MG.  They sure are weird.  I remember a few months ago having symptom free days and thinking "someone made a mistake, I am fine."