First define your battleground

[desperance]

It seems to have been a rough night for all of us. I have two slumpy cats here: one slumped across my knees, which puts him just this side of the keyboard, while the other slumps up against the further side of that same keyboard. They are eyeing each other. If they ever locate the energy to squabble, I fear for my fiction.

For myself: still can't breathe. Breathlessness is overrated. I'm going to go batter at the doctors again. My wheezing. Let me show you it.

Comments

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better very very soon. Wheezing is no fun. Is it asthma?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

It is. Classic straight-down-the-middle asthma, complicated only by my doctors' curious reluctance to give me the medication that will fix it. Sigh. Wheeze. Cough. They'll be sorry, I'm going to go and cough and wheeze all over them. I'm going now. Slowly, with many pauses.

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

So one time I finally made my spouse go to the hospital because he was masking, and he went with the usual outraged male pride, and indignantly showed the doctor his albuterol inhaler (which was why he didn't need to go to the hospital) - it was expired AND empty. Gee, no wonder it wasn't helping.

Do cough all over the doctors. For shame that they're not giving you the meds you need.