It's been in 'interesting' weekend. I've been feeling under the weather for a few days but I got out of the flat for the men's knit night on Friday and it was a really good evening - just nice to get out of the flat. You know that feeling when you're ill or run-down and then you spend so much time wallowing in your own pity that you end up feeling worse? Well that's what happened Thursday and Friday, so getting out and seeing the film on Thursday and the friends at the men's night on Friday was a tonic! Sadly, I went on to a friends house afterwards and had a bad turn with their cat!
I've been asthmatic since I was born and weirdly, when I moved to London 10 years ago it was the best time for me - I didn't use my reliever for about 7 years, and then it all started again. Well, the cat had it in for me on Friday and to cut a long story short here I am in A&E at 4.30am on Saturday morning! I've lived with this for 34 years and I just usually get on with it, but it still scares me when I'm unable to catch breath. I often forget just how debilitating it can be - I am a fairly active person and this just closes me down. It's depressing but I suppose I can't worry about it too much, although seeing myself as an old codger, housebound and wheezing is an image that prays on me sometimes. All this from being in the cold air and in the presence of a cat for ten minutes! Ironically enough I had an allergy test a few weeks ago and I am still waiting to hear if I'm allergic to sheep...
This is sheer coincidence too, but I was going to link to an asthma charity here, because if this scares me then I can't imagine how the thousands of children cope with it and I came across World Asthma Day, which is next Tuesday. I remember when I was young it didn't really stop me, I always had my inhaler to hand, but I was larking around and playing in the fields opposite my childhood home with the rest of my mates. Playing on the railway, running from the police etc! I do remember a few big attacks, one of which left me and my sister calling for an emergency doctor at 3am - but it's remarkable to think that this happens to young kids every day, and you have to just admire their strength of mind for it not to destroy them. believe me, not being able to breathe, to feel like your drowning in air is frightening.
Sorry, this post wasn't about knitting but after last night's shenanigans and little sleep I really just wanted to talk about myself!