As a kid I was diagnosed with asthma. They do this thing where you have to breathe into a computer and it tells them how pathetic your lungs are.
And then it got better. I assume because I exercised more and lost weight in high school, the asthma went away. For years I lived inhaler free. And then everything started going downhill.
These days I need more inhaler more often than I would like, especially in the winter. The cold air hits my lungs and they refuse to work properly.
Earlier this week I went out in the evening and I was planning on walking home. When I left the relative safety of inside, I discovered that the temperature had dropped dramatically in the three hours I had been inside. My lungs immediately started reacting to the cold, and the further I walked the more panic set it.
And I felt like a complete fool. I swore at myself, at the cold, at my aching body, at the tears that formed in my eyes.
It hurts to know that I can’t just trust my body to work.