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xailenrath

on Oct. 16, 2018

This was the day of the last big bronchial attack that I've had to date.

It wasn’t pretty.
My lungs siezed, I tried to walk to my favorite coffeeshop, but each step made it worse.
It was for some reason that at that moment, some odd old lady jumped in front of me and just began talking AT me, asking inane questions.
Clearly there was something WRONG with me, but she just kept talking!
I ran past her, which was obviously a bad move.
I collapsed on a bus bench outside my bank and blacked out.
I woke up 11 minutes later, still barely breathing and made my way across the street to the coffeeshop, thinking that maybe rest would help.
(You’d think losing consciousness for 11 minutes would have been rest enough.)

Steph, the barista of The Black Drop Coffeehouse (of which Jonathan, aka “Duffy the Barista” was a former co-owner) gave me her extra albuterol inhaler and probably saved my life that day.

I haven't had a serious bit of bronchitis since then. Just mild allergies that made me wheeze. My health problems would eventually get much worse in different ways, but, that'll be explored later.