So I went for a walk this morning with my grandma and my uncle. It was pleasent and it was a beautiful day. By the end of the walk, however, I started coughing. It was nothing at first and then I started having a hard time breathing and I was coughing harder. My grandma took me back to her house where I had parked my car and I sipped some water. I was all itchy and my breathing got worse. I finally just got up and told her that I needed my inhaler now. I drove home, coughing my brains out the whole way. I was crying and driving and coughing and dying all at once. I finally got home and found my inhaler and then just laid on the floor shaking. It was then that I noticed that there was a huge rash from the middle of my thigh to the middle of my calf. I called my grandma and she said to take a shower and that seemed to really help. After I took a shower, my dad dropped by like he always does and seemed totally unconcerned with the fact that I had an asthma attack. And he must have reported that I was just being a lazy turd because not too long after that my mom called sounding upset. She told me that I could not just lay around today and that she really needed me to clean. She was informed before this call that I had had an asthma attack. I had an ASTHMA ATTACK! Not an asthma visit or and asthma just dropping by. I was attacked! Why then was everyone acting so casual about it? Not only were they casual, but they were angry with me. Well, let me be the first to apologize for not being able to breathe.
To put it simply, I'm angry. I'm very angry. and just a little bit hurt. =[
Mostly angry
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