I'm breathing again. Over the past few months, something I'd attributed to a lingering chest cold and cough had made me breathe harder and harder. Going up stairs left me almost panting.
On my regular cancer check, I mentioned it to the doctor. She suggested perhaps it was asthma?
Other people have asthma. I don't.
She ignored me and prescribed an inhaler.
I followed the directions, turn right, turn left, wait for the click, exhale, inhale, rinse mouth.
I felt nothing, tasted nothing. I tried again. Nothing.
We finally called No. 2 Son who uses the same inhaler and he explained it to me.
This morning I went back to the pharmacy. In Switzerland the pharmacist can do a lot more than American pharmacists. They give all kinds of info.
One of the young women behind the counter gave me the same directions as I was given yesterday.
"But I didn't feel anything or taste anything?" I said.
The other woman said, "You won't. I use the same thing, but trust me, it works."
I did, went home and twisted, clicked, exhaled, inhaled, rinsed.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...for the first time in months I'm breathing normally. I barely coughed all day.
We may have something here.
I read up on asthma and they did say there might be a connection to an esophagus problem the same problem with which I've scared my friends from time to time as I writhe in pain.
So maybe the doctor was right...asthma...
I want to tell my body to behave itself. Be good lungs Stop with these tricks, okay?