Asthma is one of the scariest things. To not be able to breathe...to not be able to get the very foundation of life is awful. The times where I think I may not make it are scary...with asthma, it's all about mind control and when I lose control and panic, I can't breathe and it gets worse and worse...
I think my scariest - not my worst - email was when I was surfing on my birthday a few years. I was enjoying the waves, my birthday, the other surfers around me...it was a weekday, I was off from work and it was a perfect day.
Until I couldn't breathe...and I couldn't think. I could see my spot on the beach, tried to ride the waves in, but couldn't. I kept getting smashed back. Where is my breath? The other surfers around me appeared to not notice. And I tried to paddle and got smashed back. Why couldn't I get in? Why? Where was my breath?
And then I realized I was caught in a rip current. Silly me. I paddled parallel, got out of the rip current, and pulled myself in.
And my inhaler never tasted so good.