Wednesday was my day off and my asthma attack continued. I started worrying, but I just figured that it will disappear eventually. I still didn't want to make it into a big issue.
I woke up on thursday at 5am. I could barely breathe. My breaths were shallow and rough. Plus, to make matters worse, I had a severe intestinal pain that caused me to double over like Quasimodo. I took two breathing treatments and popped some asthma pills my doctor gave me, but nothing worked. So I called in sick, got the kids off to school, and then went straight to the hospital.
There were a couple of things wrong with me, but basically if I hadn't gone to the doctors and gotten the shot of steroids in my ass then my throat and lungs would have contracted and I could have died.
So I had thursday and friday off to try and gain some strength back.
I went back to [edited] today and nobody cared.
I do my best, try my hardest, and nobody cares.
Hmmmm... It's almost as if certain powers that be don't want me to have recognition, don't WANT me to succeed.
Isn't that interesting?