Jan 09, 2014
On Wednesday I had to go to the hospital because I was having trouble breathing and feeling dizzy as a result. I was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis and pretty much told to quit smoking or die. It's easy to ignore one's own speculation that you'd better quit smoking, or you will die, but when a doctor tells you that it's a bit scary. I know he was making a big deal and I'm not about to just keel over and die in the next day or two, but still. Also they made me breathe this industrial-sized inhaler for a "breathing treatment" and it tasted nasty. I was prescribed an inhaler. I feel like one of those little lame asthmatic kids nobody likes, the ones with the coke-bottle-thick glasses and braces and their inhaler, and they weigh like a million pounds, and have zits, and talk about Thtar Warth.