Finally went to the walk in clinic yesterday to deal with this insistent cough. Although I *know* from past experience that I have bronchitis based on the deep, rib shattering coughing I'm enjoy daily, the doctor assessed me with asthma. Asthma, seriously?! I mean, for REAL? I have to go back on Saturday and see her to find out how I responded to the medications she gave me. Alls I know is nothing over the counter was doing a THING to help, and this weird, squeaky, liquidy noise escapes when I breathe out all the way. Like when you walk on seaweed at the ocean, know what I mean? It makes that squeezy, high pitched, air-through-liquid sound when you walk on it! That's what my lungs sound like! OY! Freaked me out when I first heard it. I turned over to go to sleep and I was breathing out my mouth and I hear this squishy wheezy noise. I actually looked around for a second, like what the eff was that?! When I lay down again and heard it I realized omfg, that's ME...!! Holymother... what the... ?! Hence my trip to the clinic asap. I thought I had the 'numonia. =)
Otherwise, all is the same- showing more potential tenants the place tomorrow evening. I had no idea there were so many people with dogs out there, eh? Holy moly, that really must limit how many places you can find to rent, I would think. Being that this home isn't fenced all the way around, dogs aren't a great idea unless they're a mostly-indoor small breed. Too bad I can't request people with snakes, lizards or spiders or something. Maybe I should request that, LOL...!!
Over and out- I'm away with my sore ribs and my puffer to get in touch with my Inner Stevie from Malcolm In The Middle.... I... need... to.... (gasp)... take my... med...medicine...so I don't get sick... ick! =P