parasitegirl | Three cheers for the Milkman's Sister.

Yesterday she was stuck in a car with me and heard the nasty weeze of my lungs. She stuck around and rubbed my back in the school's meeting room as I forced down shit coffee in an attempt to get my tubes dialated enough to not weeze or have an "I can't breathe" freak-out in front of the kids. She picked me up from school, thrust a pinneapple juice in my hands and helped me fill out a time-off sheet when I got back to city hall so I could head to my specialist.

This has been scary. I've never had asthma sneak up on me like this. I realize that the ick I had in Osaka was probably a vicious cycle of allergies -triggering-asthma-triggering-irritated-and-easy-to-infect-body. The night I spent in a hotel between workshops was one in which I had to sleep with my chest elevated or else wake up unable to breathe/sputtering watery mucus was asthma. I've read up a little more on asthma and now understand more about why my body freaked out so much with the nose-to-lungs camera tube and what sort of machine the electronic nebulizer is (they always hook me up to it...prior to the more conventional nose and throat tubes coming out of the wall mist nebulizers they also hook me up to.)

I've been indoors all day today. The asthma attack and two nights of coughing smooth fluids from my lungs means I have almost no voice. I am doing better than this morning. I had to call the Milkman's Sister this morning to tell her I couldn't teach today. I also had to call Aveda and cancel my cut and color. My voice is such that the Aveda lady kept thinking there was something wrong with the phone connection....nope...land line....that's just my voice....it cuts off and goes into registers that only dogs and Gus can hear.

I've burned a much slower than usual set for Friday evening. The rush of performance usually opens up my lungs enough to dance under any conditions.

The Milkman's Sister planned to bring over my teaching supplies for Friday, because it's a nearby school and I'll be walking to work tomorrow. We've just won the right for me to transport myself to nearby schools and save us both time in the morning and I don't think we're going to give that up just because of some pissy lung problems.

After work she called saying that she'd forgotten my indoor slippers. What size do I wear? She didn't want me wearing school slippers because she worries about me getting cold feet and sicker.

She just came to my apartment with:

Teaching Supplies....minus one world map.
Fuzzy room slippers in my size.
Flowers.
Senbei and dried mango...she's wanted to bring food but I'd told her I didn't need anything. I should have asked for fresh yuzu so I could make some more chest-cleaning hot yuzu and honey drinks...but she'd probably have gotten me the yuzu-cha, a sort of marmalade you mix in with hot water...too sugary. I don't need any more sugar...not since I've learned that straight honey relaxes my coughing fits.