I had my first athsma attack in about a year this evening.
I was sitting around trying to read an excruciatingly boring book on Goldman Sachs for (of all things) my sociology class, when I started coughing for no apparent reason.
And then I realized, oh wait, the breaths that I’m taking are significantly shorter than normal. Huh.
Then the few brain cells I haven’t managed to kill off with alcohol managed to shout out “Hey dumbshit, you’re having an athsma attack!”, leading me to go track down my inhaler.
My athsma is normally “excercise induced” (i.e. induced by trying to run while fat), so this isn’t generally the first thing that comes to mind when I have breathing problems, though this isn’t the first time I’ve just had a plain vanilla no explanation attack.
But it certainly did lend an interesting note to the evening.