Tuesday, 22 November 2016


I've been an asthmatic for as long as I remember.  As a kid I was hooked up to a nebuliser countless times, a plastic mask strapped to my face while a droning sound emanated from compressor next to me that pushed air through a drug cocktail and then on into my lungs.

These days things tend to be pretty manageable. The occasional tightness during dry winters and pollenous springs that are quickly dealt with via some terbutaline. Last night however, was fucked.

In the space of a few moments I went from happily sitting on the couch, to feeling like there was a 20kg plate on my chest. The sense that I wasn't getting enough air set against a backdrop of panicked emotions. The desire to cough was constant, and though I couldn't alleviate the symptoms, I decided to ride it out rather than go to the hospital and contribute to a code brown... and not just because that sounds like the result of a too spicy curry.

Anyway, the point is holy crap pollen is a jerk, and that's why my only activity for the day was visiting my GP.

PMPW: 87kg

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