I would like to realize I’m wheezing before someone stops me at work and asks, with a look of deep concern, “Are you alright?”
It’s bad enough to have someone ask me, with a look of deep concern, “Are you alright?” while I’m setting up mics and speakers for a concert. Or walking around a con. Or walking at a park.
It’s worse at work.
Maybe I’ve just spent too many years assuming I’m fat and out of shape and thus symptoms short of “chest pain” feel normal to me. Maybe I need to get a peak flow meter or start a symptoms diary.
But as much as I am really tired of those looks of deep concern, I am also really tired of walking around and suddenly not being able to breathe.
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