No, we did not randomly run into Daniel Radcliffe and stuff him into my trunk. No room.

Aims is getting a camel! Aims is getting a camel!

Bleah, bleah, bleah. So horribly weary. My sinuses have always been nothing but torment, but they've been in hyperdrive for the last few months. And two weeks ago I went on a wild cleaning rampage, and ever since I've been staggering around feeling like someone had stuffed my chest with boulders. Waking every couple of hours with coughing fits Robitussin can't touch, spitting up vileness, clutching up every time I take a deep breath.

This morning I finally remembered a mostly-unused but not yet expired albuterol inhaler from a long ago walk-in clinic visit, dug it out and tried it, and...instant relief. I still feel like I've run a marathon with a hearty beating at the end of it, but the albuterol rolled the boulders right off my chest and they've stayed gone all day. Probably asthma, definitely asthma, or tickybox?

Also, since my day has been craptastic what with the marathon and the beating, I hereby decree days off and flowery snowdrops and guilt-free chili dog eating for everyone. Damnit.

Probably asthma, definitely asthma, or tickybox?

Asthma, bronchitis or tickybox, actually.

Really, the treatment isn't all that different though. The inhaler is good.

asthma -- but it is not necessarily chronic.

I'm glad you found something to help, JZ. I have no insights into the asthma thing, though.

They do prescribe albuterol for respiratory infections, so it's not necessarily asthma. If the vileness you're coughing up is thick and greenish, you need an antibiotic. Also, try steam to help break up the crap in your lungs. I hope you get better soon.

My BFF's brother died today, after two months of "any day now." He has three children, 22, 18 and 13, and their mother is batshit crazy and (thankfully) left town a couple of years ago. Some "please may the crazy ex not show up" ~ma and some kind thoughts towards a woman who never intended to have children, but who ended up with her brother's, would be appreciated, along with a round of "Fuck cancer."

Oh hell, Ginger. Fuck cancer, indeed. And much ~ma to your friend and may the craxy ass ex not show up.

I left my bedroom door open last night and every time i woke up during the night (which is normal) Nico (cat) was tucked under the duvet, above the sheet, curled up against me. It was awesome. Now i'm camped on the sofa and Mal (other cat) is curled up against the side of my leg making soft little dream-sounds. I might just keep them both.

~ma and Fuck Cancer ginger's way.

Also, I'd urge prostate cancer screening as early as your doctor recommends to all the Buffista men and the men Buffistas love.