I Can’t Breathe….

June 13th, 2009

It.6.08am on a Saturday morning! After I suffered all week dragging my arse out of bed eyes bloodshot with about as much energy as one of those zinc chlouride batteries with Japanese writing you get for your remote when you buy a new TV or Set-top box. Every time I exhale it sounds like echoes of the voices of a thousand dead souls, I have been given a peak flow meter to blow into and a Ventolin inhaler by my Doctor and have some kind of consultation on Monday. I must say the Ventolin doesn’t seem to help a lot, although Lisa’s Becotide inhaler works a treat, anyway I can’t moan, I’m more surprised I haven’t had breathing problems before after some of the stuff I inhaled in my mis-spent youth.

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