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Speaking of hacking, the pearls work really well. I found the numbness in my chest very weird though.
That never happened to me with them. Or maybe I had been coughing for so long (spoiler: I HAD) that the state of not-coughing felt so good that I ignored numbness. I genuinely don't remember. Still not-coughing is THE BEST.
Nanita. I'm superstitious about baby showers of any kind before baby is born, but if people want to do something after ltc is born that would be wonderful.
Oh, right. Mr. Stripy Tights. Sorry, I forgot.
Dat's what I'm *sayin'*.
It still amazes me that I had asthma all my life and never got a diagnosis until I was almost 50.
I think we've related the tragic story of JZ's four months of hacking coughing sleeping upright until her asthma (which was in her fucking file but she'd never been told!) was brought up by the earnest young resident who bothered to read the fucking file.
"So, when did you go off asthma medicine?"
"I don't have asthma!"
"Yes, you do. The test is right here in the file."
And she got an inhaler and she slept the deep blessed sleep that night.
Can I wear this dress: [link] I would change the sleeves to be proper short sleeves, rather than the cap sleeves, which are not the most flattering on me. But it's so cute!
I have that dress in Navy and Green, and I really like it.
I think we've related the tragic story of JZ's four months of hacking coughing sleeping upright until her asthma
Hello, my life. I've been plagued with uncontrollable coughing fits and coughing at night my whole life. I remember a doctor somberly telling my mom when I was about 9 that my lungs were severly damaged by the pneumonia or whatever-it-was-I-had, that they "looked like the lungs of an old smoker", and that I might not live to see puberty. I didn't know what puberty was, so I lived in fear of sudden death for a year or so. The fact that my mom smoked a pack a day was never brought up as being a problem, of course; it was the 60s. How different my life might have been if anyone had thought my inability to BREATHE NORMALLY might be something to be concerned about. Of course, taking me to see a doctor might not have done any good, considering how awful the doctors I did see in that shitty rural town were. Bitter? Little bit.
that is a great dress
You can totally wear that dress, Steph!
Of course, all I wear is yoga pants and the t-shirt I slept in, with a fleece jacket on top (or, in warm weather, the same pair of cutoff jeans and the t-shirt I slept in) because I am a feral editor lady unfit for public consumption. I have no business buying a dress. But it's so cute! And Groupon had a deal that was $39 for an $80 GC to eShakti, soooooo...