Just last week I had my second chest infection of the year thus far. It’s not fun, but being sick often is something you kind of get used to when you have an immune system that doesn’t want to do its full job. That sounds bad and people often give me pitiful looks as if I’m some sort of defeatist when I talk about it, but it’s just a fact of life for me, so there’s no point in sugarcoating it.
Anyway, being asthmatic I’m keenly aware of when something is going horribly wrong in my chest. Usually when I get wheezy or out of breath I’ll use my reliever inhaler. Sometimes it takes a few minutes, but I’ll eventually feel better and be able to carry on with whatever I was doing. On this particular day, however, relief could not be found.