When you can find hope in an asthma attack, you start to wonder about yerself...
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There’s a subtle gift in asthma. I never understood it before, I just knew it slowed me down or prevented me from doing something I wanted to, so I hated it. But today it was seriously bad. I had to sit down after walking Dearest Son into school. I didn’t trust myself to drive, my eyes weren’t focusing, and I’d already taken the med limit for that time frame. I had the energy, mostly, but walking across a room empty-handed was an exercise in ‘low and slow, darlin’ chile’.


Even if you’re not in the midst of a full attack, asthma makes sure you move at your own pace. No matter how fast anyone around you is going, or even what speed you want to go, you have to tread slowly and carefully. Another attack is always just on the next moment, so going your own pace soon becomes habit, albeit an annoying one most others don’t understand. They think you should just hit that inhaler-thingie again, and like on the Primatene ads, everything will be fine.


Umm, no. Both prescription and OTC inhalers are steroid speed. Take it more often than directions call for, and you’ll be on the fast track to arrhythmia. I know. Those inhalers speed up everything while ripping your airways open, so they have to be used carefully. They’ll save yer life, but they’ll kill you faster than the attack will if ya get stupid.


In new home news, we got our city trash can today. Only someone with two full, smelly bags ready to go can truly enjoy getting a new pick-up can – and that’s me. It’s brand-new, too ! The one we left at the old place is crammed full and has been split on the bottom since we moved there. I almost hate to put trash in our new one. But I did it anyway !


At the old place, it’s all done. Loaded up the old trash can and wheeled it for Friday’s pick-up. All our stuff is either put away or is in the garage. Beloved Hubby’s inviting people over for a party Saturday, and I don’t know how we’ll have this place ready. Just hope I’m better tomorrow, and even if I’m not, I’ll do what I can and ignore the rest. That’s all anyone can do when it’s all said and done.