Last night was nice. My QPP and I went to One Eyed Betty's for dinner. I got the "obligatory fish and chips" which was delicious. I hadn't seen him in a few months so I had a lot to tell him about my health update. We've been friends for 8 years. He's super worried about me.

When we walked from the garage to the restaurant I couldn't breathe and was gasping and wheezing. He thought I was dying. Once we got somewhere warm and I could sit down I felt much better. But when we were done we had to walk back to the garage. By the time we got there I was trying to communicate with hand signals. I couldn't breathe and I sounded like I had a squeaky toy in my lungs.

He asked if I'm supposed to use an inhaler and I said yes but I don't use it and I don't have any good reason. So when I got home I asked my darling stupidhead to get me 2 of my dulera inhalers. I put one in my daily meds box and one in my messenger bag. I'm trying to be more responsible.

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