Archive for June 11th, 2007

sick and crazy

Monday, June 11th, 2007

The last time I had an asthma attack this bad was the same time last year (I remember watching Independence Day preparations and celebrations while concentrating on my wavering breath). I remember my mom freaking out when she saw me in my barely breathing mode (lalala… coz’ I am barely breathing… I can’t find the air! — What’s that supposed to mean anyway? Can’t find the air? Seriously…). She ran out of the house a little after midnight just to look for a drugstore that was open. She panicked really well, and I mean, REALLY WELL. Anyway, the panic was not for the sheer fun of panicking, but seeing that just a few weeks before my attack, her younger brother died of asthma. Unless she wanted me to share the same fate with my uncle, she could just have sat there and watched me struggling with this evil grin on her face, plus a witch laugh (the tee-hee-hee type or something like it) after I take my last breath (trying to be dramatic here…). Don’t get me wrong (or too seriously, for that matter) — my mom is by no means unconcerned. I’m just trying to make the memory a little lighter for my oxygen-deprived brain. Last year, my mom and I were lucky: it could have been me or her (did I mention that my mom has hypertension, and that her panicking would be very good for me if I wanted to be mommy-orphaned?).

Tomorrow, classes start. I still don’t get the June 12-1 = June 11 Independence Day. I am a very logical person, but I guess this is too much. I actually had real plans for Independence Day (finally!) and the chances of these plans turning into reality has become nil. What’s the point of celebrating Independence Day a day before the actual date? Better yet, what’s the point of celebrating Independence Day when I am supposed to concentrate really hard on the type of teachers I’ll be getting this semester? Sigh… I guess I won’t be getting much independence this Independence Day.

My nose, my throat, my lungs, my mouth and my ears all feel a little weird. They’re either swollen, clogged, or out-of-order. I hate this. I hope this goes away tomorrow. I surely would love facing my teachers with snot dripping uncontrollably down my nose.