sucks to your ass-mar
So this morning I woke up, came downstairs, smelled some bleach that had gotten spilled yesterday, and suddenly was in the throes of a full-fledged asthma attack. I looked around, and couldn’t find my inhaler. The dogs were doing their peepee dance around my legs, and I figured my inhaler might be out in the car, so I took them out. My inhaler wasn’t in the car. The dogs still needed to go so I let them drag me around the block. By the end of it I was coughing so hard that I was gagging (aren’t you happy that you started reading this blog post?) while the dogs peed on some Ferrari parts that this one neighbour of ours has had out on the side of the road for the past four months (does he want people to take them? Is he selling them? Is he hoping that the trash collectors will take them? No one knows. Oh the joys of living in the semi-ghetto).
When I got back in the house, I woke up Rob. He looked for my puffer. No dice. I used my peak flow meter and it was pretty low for me. It was at this point that Rob decided for me that I would be calling in. I did, then rushed off to work to get a lesson plan together. It was only 6:30 so there was no one there but one of the janitors who was like “YOU SHOULD GO TO THE HOSPITAL!”. Luckily for me I do keep a couple of extra inhalers at work in my desk. I took it, six times, then came home and laid on the couch. By about 11:30 my breathing was better. I am in major pain, still, because my muscles tend to bunch up during this kind of thing. And I feel terrible for taking a day for this stuff, but then I feel terrible every time I take a day.
On the bright side, my dogs and I got to watch an insane number of infomercials (Mr. T is selling some kind of oven thing, and even though I’m bald and could never use it, I’m slightly enamoured of the EZ Combs commercial). And next week is March Break!
PS – my inhaler was on top of the mirror frame in our front hallway. Where I leave it 5 times out of six. No, not stunned at all. Goes to show that a lack of oxygen will mess with your brain function.
March 8th, 2010 saat: 10:08 pm
When we lived in Tempe, I was forever setting cups of coffee, books, baby wipes, etc. down next to our TV. Then I’d start looking for whatever I was missing, with NO CLUE where I’d left it, and every single time Troy would tell me, “Go look by the TV,” and that’s where it would be. I never was able to train myself to look there first for whatever I was missing. I chalk it up to the fact that I was taking care of an infant at the time.
Also, my good friend Erin picked up the phrase “Sucks to your ass-mar!” when we read Lord of the Flies in the 10th grade. Twenty years later (OH MY GOD, I was in 10th grade TWENTY YEARS AGO!?) she still occasionally says it. So your title made me laugh.
I’m glad the asthma attack went away relatively quickly and that you found your inhaler!