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Last night was hell, pure and simple. I was hacking and coughing all night. Since I was coughing so much, whenever I laid down I could barely breathe. It was one of those scary moments when you're so depressed and sleep deprived that you're sure you're going to die. I just kept thinking, "Oh my God, this is ridiculous. I haven't had asthma since I was 2 and now when I finally fall asleep I may stop breathing entirely. And no one would know until it's too late." The weird thing is, I kept dreaming about making...boxes. Yes, boxes.
Okay so I went to the doctors today (in pj pants no less) and it turns out that I have a temperature and since my wheezing was making it difficult for me to do anything, I may need to buy an inhaler and use that for 1-2 weeks. Or we have my brother's breathing machine (which I can't think of it's name right now) and we may just buy medicine for that and I'll use it instead.
I have to read To Kill A Mockingbird by tomorrow and I am on page...8. TONIGHT'S GOING TO BE A FUN NIGHT.
~Kateh
Okay so I went to the doctors today (in pj pants no less) and it turns out that I have a temperature and since my wheezing was making it difficult for me to do anything, I may need to buy an inhaler and use that for 1-2 weeks. Or we have my brother's breathing machine (which I can't think of it's name right now) and we may just buy medicine for that and I'll use it instead.
I have to read To Kill A Mockingbird by tomorrow and I am on page...8. TONIGHT'S GOING TO BE A FUN NIGHT.
~Kateh