Its a hot, goddam, shit ass fucking day every inch of the way.
Man oh Man, asthma is not a good time.
I've had it since I was 6, it was pretty bad,off and on, from then till about 16. After, it never really bothered me unless I got a bad cold or something to due with seasonal allergies.
On sunday, I sorta didn't feel too great, my chest hurt and I was coughing, but it wasn't bad. Same with Monday. Tuesday during the day and evening I was ok. Then last night rolled around and I felt like hammered shit. I went to work today, out of breath and getting worse. Every cough felt like a kick to the chest, walking 10 feet made me feel like I had just run 8 blocks from a mean dog. My back started hurting, and I could feel my lungs trying to keep up the awful task God bestowed on them.
I left work at 4:45 to go to my doctor. After and hour and a half, and 3 buses later, I get to the clinic which is open everyday, 7 days a week,9am-9pm, to find that they closed at 5pm today. I called home and asked if there was another clinic near by, after my moms directions, I hoped on another bus and away I went. I get the 2nd clinich, which is located inside a pharmaplus, to see that they had closed at 4pm today, and usually close at 9. I asked the girl at the cash if there were more clinics in the area. After racking her brain for about 3 seconds, she gave me directions to 2 of them. I went to the 3rd clinic after another bus ride, to find they were also closed, this time at 3pm! They're regular hours were 8am-8pm.
So, the 4th one, The Trivium Health Centre, was only a stones throw away, so I started to walk. When I get there, I find to my surprise, THE BASTARDS WERE OPEN! TILL 10pm! I walk into the place, through the sliding doors, I scrub my hands with sanitizer and head into their clinic. Once I get in there, I see, no word of a lie, at least 150 people. 150 sick people all waiting to be helped. I see a man, in scrubs...pink scrubs, talking to a patient. So I walk over there to ask if theres a number I have to take or something. He turns to me, and shouts, "WAIT IN LINE! THERES A LINE THERE SIR! WAIT YOUR TURN!" After hearing his voice, I figured out that he is probably the gayest thing Ive ever seen. So I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him over the desk, beat the shit out of him, threw him on the ground and kicked his head through the wall. Not because he's gay, but because he's a prick. That actually didn't happen, I walked out of the place. Defeated as usual.
By now, Im tired, my chest is caving in and I feel like actual shit. Thankfully my mom picked me up and we drove to another clinic, # 5. That one too, is closed. At 4, but that was their regular hours, so I wasn't going to smash the window with a trash can. We then drove to St Joe's because they have a clinic. This was it. My last shot. If it didnt work, I was going to kill myself. I walk in and there was only 5 people ahead of me, so I fill out the paperwork, waited for about 40 minutes, went in, got fingered and a perscription for some new inhalers. The time is now 8:30pm. Off to shoppers drugmart to get my puffers! I get there, and the give them to me and inform me that I have to pay $150 dollars for them. So, after I spray diareha all over myself, I pay for the puffers and go home. Once I get there, I take them and let me tell you, it was incredible. I felt relief right away. You know in Trainspotting, after Renton quits shooting H, and then he tries it again and it looks like he shot a load in his pants? Thats how I felt, but Ive never done heroin, so...
All in all, I had a pretty shitass fucking day. Im gonna go to bed, sleep get through one day of work. Just one. A few hours. Then I get to see the condemed with tommy, go home catch the office, meet Steph for a midnight screening of Spiderman 3, sleep, go see spiderman again with my brothers, rock the shit at Marks shindig, and finally go home and die.
This, is the summer of my discontent.
I've had it since I was 6, it was pretty bad,off and on, from then till about 16. After, it never really bothered me unless I got a bad cold or something to due with seasonal allergies.
On sunday, I sorta didn't feel too great, my chest hurt and I was coughing, but it wasn't bad. Same with Monday. Tuesday during the day and evening I was ok. Then last night rolled around and I felt like hammered shit. I went to work today, out of breath and getting worse. Every cough felt like a kick to the chest, walking 10 feet made me feel like I had just run 8 blocks from a mean dog. My back started hurting, and I could feel my lungs trying to keep up the awful task God bestowed on them.
I left work at 4:45 to go to my doctor. After and hour and a half, and 3 buses later, I get to the clinic which is open everyday, 7 days a week,9am-9pm, to find that they closed at 5pm today. I called home and asked if there was another clinic near by, after my moms directions, I hoped on another bus and away I went. I get the 2nd clinich, which is located inside a pharmaplus, to see that they had closed at 4pm today, and usually close at 9. I asked the girl at the cash if there were more clinics in the area. After racking her brain for about 3 seconds, she gave me directions to 2 of them. I went to the 3rd clinic after another bus ride, to find they were also closed, this time at 3pm! They're regular hours were 8am-8pm.
So, the 4th one, The Trivium Health Centre, was only a stones throw away, so I started to walk. When I get there, I find to my surprise, THE BASTARDS WERE OPEN! TILL 10pm! I walk into the place, through the sliding doors, I scrub my hands with sanitizer and head into their clinic. Once I get in there, I see, no word of a lie, at least 150 people. 150 sick people all waiting to be helped. I see a man, in scrubs...pink scrubs, talking to a patient. So I walk over there to ask if theres a number I have to take or something. He turns to me, and shouts, "WAIT IN LINE! THERES A LINE THERE SIR! WAIT YOUR TURN!" After hearing his voice, I figured out that he is probably the gayest thing Ive ever seen. So I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him over the desk, beat the shit out of him, threw him on the ground and kicked his head through the wall. Not because he's gay, but because he's a prick. That actually didn't happen, I walked out of the place. Defeated as usual.
By now, Im tired, my chest is caving in and I feel like actual shit. Thankfully my mom picked me up and we drove to another clinic, # 5. That one too, is closed. At 4, but that was their regular hours, so I wasn't going to smash the window with a trash can. We then drove to St Joe's because they have a clinic. This was it. My last shot. If it didnt work, I was going to kill myself. I walk in and there was only 5 people ahead of me, so I fill out the paperwork, waited for about 40 minutes, went in, got fingered and a perscription for some new inhalers. The time is now 8:30pm. Off to shoppers drugmart to get my puffers! I get there, and the give them to me and inform me that I have to pay $150 dollars for them. So, after I spray diareha all over myself, I pay for the puffers and go home. Once I get there, I take them and let me tell you, it was incredible. I felt relief right away. You know in Trainspotting, after Renton quits shooting H, and then he tries it again and it looks like he shot a load in his pants? Thats how I felt, but Ive never done heroin, so...
All in all, I had a pretty shitass fucking day. Im gonna go to bed, sleep get through one day of work. Just one. A few hours. Then I get to see the condemed with tommy, go home catch the office, meet Steph for a midnight screening of Spiderman 3, sleep, go see spiderman again with my brothers, rock the shit at Marks shindig, and finally go home and die.
This, is the summer of my discontent.