:: The Bitch Girls ::

:: Saturday, December 14, 2002 ::

Asthma An interesting discussion about the regulation of inhalers is going on at Asymmetrical Information. It reminds me that I should be one of the people to take care of myself a little more than I currently do. I have asthma, and the attacks are absolutely frightening. I don't remember my first attack, but I remember my last two. It's pretty rare for me, so I never keep any prescriptions up to date. During my first semester, I ended up with mono. I was so sick and physically worn out that I couldn't walk to the bathroom (maybe 40 feet) without having a mild attack. I needed to recover from everything to eventually feel better, but when I was finally able to just get an inhaler, I felt like a million dollars. You think this would have taught me a lesson. Nope.

Anyway, last summer when I was out with my boyfriend, we were hiking up a small mountain near here. I wasn't having any trouble at all, but then out of nowhere, I could hardly breathe. I slowed down, but suddenly I was hardly getting any air at all and I was starting to blackout. The worst part was that I kind of fell/sat down and my boyfriend didn't even notice. He kept on walking for a while before he realized that I wasn't with him anymore. I remember starting to cry because it scared the hell out of me, and all he could do was pat me on the head. (What the hell that was supposed to do, I don't know.) Anyway, being a fellow asthma sufferer, I assumed that he would understand my panic of having an attack out of nowhere and then, oh, I don't know, help me. Nope, he just continued to pat my head and look annoyed. Finally, the jerk helped me up, and we took a very long time walking back down about two miles. None of his inhalers worked, I just had to wait it out. I couldn't stop crying for a while that night. What can I say, I'm a wimp. The worst part was that it was the holiday weekend, and I couldn't get another inhaler because I have no doctor up here, and my uncle (a doctor) was away. Instead, I had to tolerate barely being able to breathe for three days. It sucked, but I eventually recovered. Do I have an inhaler right now? No. But maybe if they were available over the counter then I wouldn't have to worry about keeping up to date with it all when I only have attacks every 3-5 years. (Oh yeah, and I ditched the asshole.)

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