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So here I am, on the computer at midnight when I have to get up in six hours, once again pouring out my soul to about three people (the ones that bother to look at this page. Whoever you are, I feel genuinely sorry for you).
This past weekend, some great things and some not so great things happened. Let's start with Friday, the day I got extremely ill all of a sudden.
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Okay, here's a lesson on asthma for all you people who have no idea what happens during an asthma attack -- i.e., you think it's just like being out of breath after running a mile on the track. The difference is, an asthmatic can't just stand there with his hands on his knees and "catch his breath" in a few minutes. For a serious asthmatic, it would take a few hours of non-medicated rest in order to completely get his breath back again. Imagine having that out of breath feeling for three hours, and you'll begin to understand what an asthma attack feels like.
An asthmatic's lungs produce more mucus than a normal person's lungs. (Basically, an asthmatic, on a daily basis, has about the amount of mucus in their lungs as you do when you have a cold.) So, when a severe asthmatic gets a cold, the lungs produce so much phlegm that it is extremely difficult to breathe...so much so that usually steroids are administered in order to decrease the production of the mucus.
In other words, it's like each breath contains enough air to fill a Coke can, at most.
This is what happens to me almost every time I get a cold. Two or three times a year, it gets to the point where I have to be hospitalized for it. The last attack was in October. Luckily, this one wasn't so bad. I'm crossing my stupid fingers.
(As an aside, another dumb asthma fact -- asthma inhibits growth in the chest area. Now I know why I wear a goddamn A cup! Damn you, God! [fists to the sky])
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