Asthma is, of course, a bad thing. Unless you're an asthma specialist, and then you can make lots of money off it.
I'm on the mend - finally - after almost two weeks of not being able to breathe well. It's funny how the mind ceases functioning once the coughing starts... Funny as in interesting, not as in Ha, Ha.
Twenty pin pricks later, they've determined that I'm allergic to bahia grass and my own cats. But alas, who isn't allergic to cats? My reaction isn't strong enough for me to consider taking action on my cat allergy, other than keeping the place tidy and being conscious of their dander. While my asthma isn't triggered by my cats, it lowers my "threshold" for asthma attacks.
I don't know, friends. If people would only stop coughing on me, I probably wouldn't get sick. Then I probably wouldn't get asthma attacks. Period.
Any other cat owners out there have a cat allergy? I'd be interested in hearing how you manage it.
Anyhoo, my lack of writing had to do with not breathing. And let's just say, breathing is a good thing.