Asthma

So recently I was diagnosed with asthma. Strangely, it wasn't the first time. I was diagnosed as a child when I was in fourth grade. I used an inhaler for about a year, and then I don't know if my symptoms really got better, I got used to the symptoms, I was less active, or I got sick of using the inhaler. Regardless it didn't come up again until the age of 22. The doctor diagnosed me with asthma (again) and prescribed me an inhaler (again). Thinking back to the last few years, the symptoms I'm having aren't new. Even when I was running five miles a day I still wheezed and coughed while running. Sometimes I had trouble getting a deep breathe. I really didn't think anything of it. I actually wasn't thinking anything of it recently, it just came up when the doctor was listening to me breathe that I can't breathe deeply without coughing. Anyways, back to the point, so now that I am aware that I have asthma I actually worry about these symptoms. Lately I have been having, what I think, are allergies flare up. My nose gets really congested so tonight I had to breathe through my mouth. Well, I'm having trouble with really deep breathes. So now I'm freaking out. I'm trying to calm myself down. I mean, apparently I've had this nearly my whole life and it hasn't killed me yet, why worry now? But now I'm puffing away on an inhaler scared for my life. Funny how something that should help may actually make things worse (stress can make asthma worse). So that's my insight for the day.

In other news I am extremely excited for the weekend. I have three days off!! Wow. That never happens to me, I actually checked the schedule three times, just to make sure I still had my vacation in and that I was off Monday instead of Wednesday. I'm so excited. My boyfriend and I are going to stay with my parents this weekend. That's always exciting, they always treat us when we're down there. It will be nice. We're coming home Sunday and I'll still be off Monday so I can get groceries and do all those beginning of the week chores.

I went shopping today, actually it was more like a shopping spree. I bought three shirts, a purse, and a necklace. In my defense I only spent like eighty bucks and got all that stuff, but eighty dollars is still eighty dollars. I need to stop buying shirts and maybe invest in some more pants. I have recently acquired and abundance of shirts, so many, that I often forget I have them all and wear the same ones over and over. I just hate shopping for pants, they make me feel so fat and they never fit right. I have a large waist, no but, and skinny legs. Yep, I'm built.

In conclusion, I'm tired, me neighbors are playing loud music, and I want to get up early, so good night!!