Asthma?!?

"This is where we used to live, broken glass"

I have had the most fucked up day I can think of in recent memory. It started off as every Sunday does, me going to work and expecting to stay there until 8:30 at night. I noticed today though that my problem of trying to breathe was much worse than it has been the past week. (Yeah, I have been having trouble breathing for a week but I didn't think it would stick around and I also didn't want many people to know) I weedwhacked, cleaned bathrooms and picked up some trash as I do every weekend, but I kept having to suck air in ridiculous amounts and almost fell over a few times. I think the humidity fucked me up today more than other days and I was having trouble walking, breathing and basically functioning. I finally told Stiffy at around 3 to take me to First Aid down by the beach because when we were putting in a new sign, I was completely about to collapse and had to hold onto the sign to even stay up. I got down to first aid and proceeded to down two tanks of oxygen to help me regain my breath, which took about 40 minutes. I will hand it to those in first aid though, they were nice and helped me out more than I thought they would. Our park supervisor Melissa also showed amazing compassion for me by telling me to just go home and giving me the day off tommorrow, she also was always asking how I was doing which meant a lot to me. The most credit though goes to Mr.Stiffy. Stiffy brought me down, helped me out, stayed past his shift to makes sure I was ok, drove me home, drove my father back to retrieve my car and then checked up on me again. It meant a lot man, thanks.

So, after I got home from work I basically got yelled at for about 15 minutes for not telling my parents sooner, which I really should have. I guess I took on the guy "I'm not fucking sick, let me work" stuborness at work and at home, so I didn't tell anyone. I ended up going to the Doctor's In for about an hour and half while they ran so many tests on me. I got an EKG to make sure my heart was ok. (The doctors first inkling was a rare heart disease in which the heart has trouble pumping and keeping a regular beat) My heart did end up being ok though, which is great...because that heart disease stuff scared the shit out of me. I was then put through about 5-10 more random tests including checking my legs for swelling and having me say "99" over and over while the doctor ran her hands up and down my back. It was an experience.(Oh yeah, the doctor must have just graduated med school, she couldn't have been older than 24) She was a very thorough doctor though and ruled out all the bad stuff until we were left with only one really plausable solution: I am developing asthma. Yeah, that's right...fucking asthma. Now, I still have to get my chest x-rayed tommorrow and see my regular doctor sometime this week...but it looks like either asthma or a by-product of it. So now instead of one inhaler, I could possibly get two inhalers! OH HAPPY DAY! I guess all things considered it wouldn't be that bad, I already have an asthma clone disease( chronic bronchitus). I just want to get back to work soon and be able to do stuff with people, but until I know what is wrong with me...I have to take it absurdly easy. I hope you enjoyed my story of not being able to breathe and chest pains, I will write more tommorrow after my x-ray.

Song of The Day: Air- Ben Folds Five

*July 11th Update*

I don't have asthma but I don't want to talk about what the doctors said, it is nothing serious and I shall live.