Two puffs 4 times daily
I never needed an inhaler. My only reference points for asthma were my grandma and Piggy (sorry Grandma) from Lord of the Flies (“Sucks to your ass-mar”). Last May, however, I suddenly needed some assistance breathing. I felt like a fat guy was sitting on my chest. I couldn’t breathe fully. I knew I wasn’t having a heart attack because there was no radiating pain down my left arm. I didn’t know what was happening, but I was not enjoying it. My doctor, later that day, prescribed an inhaler and a whole bunch of tests on my heart.
The inhaler worked almost immediately. I felt a lot better. Until I went for heart tests, that is. Having an EKG test is an interesting mix of electrodes and sticky goo. If I was a little more in touch with my masochistic side, I might have enjoyed it. It turned out that my heart was fine.
Photo Friday‘s challenge this week is “Breathless”. I thought of taking a photo of a set of stairs, which definitely makes me breathless. This seemed less pathetic.