I’m a little burnt out. I have asthma and a stubborn streak. The stubborn streak often helps me overcome difficulties. It, however, makes me stupid about some realities, like my asthma. I am stubborn, and I refuse to admit to myself that I have asthma. I can get away with this most of the time. Today was not one of those times. I had something very close to an asthma attack today, brought on by what I think is a cold, and because I am so stupidly stubborn, I did not have my inhaler with me. I survived, but felt miserable. I still feel miserable. I’m still wheezing and it’s been more than twelve hours since my attack. I am tired, and a little embarrassed, embarrassed that I am physically weak, embarrassed that I still childishly pretend I don’t need my inhaler, and embarrassed that I have little energy or strength left to put into writing. I am burnt out.
My stubbornness is a strength, but I can hold out longer than is healthy, can fight even when I should retreat. Please forgive me then, this post is not well thought out or prepared. I am too tired.
By way of apology, please enjoy this cover of Dream On I found on YouTube:
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