Spring is here

I can tell spring is here and not by our warm weather. I have been using my asthma inhaler every day the past week. The thing I hate the most about asthma is the splitting headache I get after I start breathing normally again. The second thing I hate the most is people not taking my asthma seriously. After sucking in the medicine at work, people have to come up and start talking to me or try to make me laugh, which wastes the medicine I just inhaled. I'm suppose to hold my breath for 15 seconds to let it absorb into my lungs. My Mom was the worst about accepting my asthma. She actually told to me breathe normally and it will go away. After my lips turned blue and I had an out of body experience, did my Mom figure out I was not just trying to get out of yardwork. My family still jokes how I'm allergic to work.

Though my asthma should not had been such a shock for my Mom to handle since my cousin started having asthma attacks before I did. I had to resort to explaining how I felt by suggesting she hold a pillow tightly over her face until she feels suffocating. That is very much how I feel having asthma attacks. I rarely excerise anymore and when I do it is light aerobics. I never go to aerobics classes because I need to stop and rest every now and then. I could never keep up with aerobics teachers even before I was diagnosed with asthma. People in school always insisted giving me water to soothe my gasping. Yeah, blocking my airway with water while I'm suffocating does not help me. But naturally, no one understands that besides me and my cousin.

It was beautiful outside today. Coming home was still warm, but breezy. Perhaps I can wear shorts tomorrow if it gets hot enough. I have to make an appointment to get my wardrobe for my volunteering post, place my dishes in the washer, scrub frosting out of my carpet, maybe vacuum the entire floor, and mail my niece's birthday card and decide how much money to send. She will be 13 on Saturday. She is at that age where she is too old for toys, but keeps her interests to herself so I don't know what to buy her anymore. Kids at any age like money. I always did. I better go to bed now, I've been yawning all day. Post later. Bye!