Sick

I had an asthma attack last night. I think it scared Lance and Reece more than it scared me. Reece actually came over and stood on me to make sure I was ok, which certainly didn't help me breathe any better. She had her front paws on my chest and her head was right by my face.

I had to gasp out to Lance that I needed water, and he ran into the kitchen for it.

My inhaler was pretty much useless.

This is the 2nd asthma attack I've had within a week. The other one was at work, and wasn't quite as bad.

I think I need to schedule a doctor appointment for Friday afternoon, since I get off at noon. I need to get to the bottom of all this chest congestion and coughing I've had lately.

So anyway, I had a long night. I kept waking up because I couldn't breathe properly. Now I have to spend all day at work, when any sensible person would call off and get some rest.

But I can't. Because that would put me even further behind. There is too much to do. And it's not going to get done by itself. As with a lot of things in life these days, I just have to suck it up.

Straddling the line between sanity and insanity

I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for Friday afternoon. Not sure what can be done, if anything. I just need something to help me breathe better and make me a little more comfortable.

Lance and I just finished off a box of Skinny Cow ice cream cones. Yum! We got the double fudge. Soooooo good.

No real news to report. Life revolves around work and sleep.

Oh, I did get my hardcover edition of The Diary of Anne Frank: The Definitive Edition today. It's going to get a place of honor on my bookshelf. I need to re-read that sometime soon. It's like visiting an old friend.

A couple of co-workers made these microwaveable beanbag things that you're supposed to put on your neck and shoulders (with lavender oil in it). I brought it home today. I ache all over. I'll take a hot shower and lay down with that and a book for awhile.

Current read: Sarah's Key. It's a book about the Vel' d'Hiv roundup of the Jews in Paris in July 1942. I like it so far.