I am convinced that it all started in a seedy motel room in Utah. My asthma that is. By way of a three month long bout with pneumonia that followed me home from Alt Summit in Salt Lake City and left me a souvenir of lung scars. After a few months and one remarkable incident when swimming in FREEZING sea water I began to forget all about it with the inhaler settling to the bottom of my sock drawer. Lately I have had little reminders. Enough to send me digging through the socks just in case. Today it is back and has settled on my chest like an old house cat. It has to be the cold.
Today is cold despite the get up Clover insisted on wearing. I forced the tights, jacket and beanie and she learned today the difference between a tunic and a dress. I have edited the following image into black and white to save your eyesight. You are welcome.
Ever since I got sick, cold hurts my chest. I have to weigh the anxiety level resulting from the feeling of not being able to breathe deeply against the pure puff of direct anxiety out of the inhaler. Today the puffer won. I might have to switch to decaf coffee over the winter.
Anyone else get this lovely door prize after having pneumonia? Any tips? I have a busy winter lining up and I can’t get sick again or let this hold me back. Off to grab a mandarin and start the school runs!