Friday, April 18, 2008

Cheerios and apathy

A couple of days ago, still recovering from that gross cold, I got up and went to the kitchen for my morning Chemical Swig (two big purple pills, a yellow one, a tiny white pill and a medium-sized white one). I thought it was a good idea to keep the Advair in my system too, so I took a hit from the purple disc (it's an inhaled powder) because it helps to clear out all the congestion I feel in my lungs... for the next five or six or ten minutes straight, I was doubled over, coughing, wheezing, and basically having a panic attack in the kitchen. It's amazing, the body's very primal response to lack of oxygen... I don't usually have a problem inhaling Advair.
So what's a person to do when their loved one is having some freakish breathing crisis? I guess my family is so used to me hacking and pounding my chest that they sat at the table, enjoying their conversation over bowls of Cheerios and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I felt like the Sideshow Breakfast Freak, yeah nevermind her, she coughs sometimes, pass the milk please.

When I was finally able to stand upright and walk towards a couch, my husband mustered up all the care and concern he could find within himself and asked, "Gonna live?".

Yes, I survived. If it happens again I'll fall down. It may warrant a look of concern and a little damp washcloth on my forehead if I'm lucky.

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