Blog :Yellow Agony
Date: 4/22/2012 5:31:00 PM
Asthama is a bitch. I hate this season of year, yes we're talking about you April. Due to pollination and dust all around, this is the chief allergy season for asthama. Last time I was sick was in first year. Oh boy, that was fearful. Now three years later, I've fallen ill again - maybe this is life's balancing act, every parenthesis that was opened has to curl back.
I hate the helplessness. Walking 10 meters makes my breath come out. Talking for 30 seconds too. I can't go downstairs to eat, neither to collect my food delivery. I can't sleep and don't I hate the taste of Asthalin inhaler that I use 50 times a day? I thought I had been cured of Asthama, I din't have to use inhaler for months at stretch, even if I smoked. Now it has all come back. Bad timing, old friend.
And the worst part is, it is impossible to explain someone else what is going on. They don't understand how seriously ill you might be, how you're not joking when you say you can't go downstairs. They don't know what it feels like to be out of breath, maybe they could try stopping their breath for 30 seconds or so. I strain my relationships in this season often. I don't require anything back in any relationship but health care has to acquire supreme place.
Why am I blabbering like a ten year old girl any way? What good is that, tell me?