I figured I should be good to go and do that.
WRONG!
I got down the sidewalk had to stop for a few. Walked over to the bins and uprighted them. Stop for a few seconds. Wheel the bin to the back gate and into the back yard. Chest got tighter while I was at the gate because of...
Apparently the neighbors have been out and someone overdid it with the perfume. Made it into the back yard and thought;
"I didn't check to see if the back door was unlocked, it it is locked I'm likely to have a hissy fit right here in the backyard..."
Sure enough, the door was locked. By this time I was nearly panting, there is no air for me here. You have no idea what a panic inducing moment something like this is until you experience it. I sat down in the chair on the patio so I could get a fucking grip. Pulled out my inhaler and did three pulls on it, and sat there for a few more moments until I could feel myself calming down a bit. Walked back around to the front door.
I couldn't wait to get on the O2 once it was in reach.
I don't want to think that this is my lot now. Every time I go to do something I need to have a bottle tag along too? Something is either wrong, or REALLY wrong.
I really need to find out what the fuck?! Going to call the doctors office in the AM
#meds #health_issues #copd #breathing
