& yet another tiring weekend. With 4hrs of band practice on Saturday and 3hrs Sunday preparing for a performance we didn't get into (just cause the judges favored another group of people. 'tards.), a sleepover, and an asthma relapse, you could say I didn't exactly have it relaxed.
Anyways, I woke up in the middle of Sunday night to a coughing fit and a wheezing chest and i knew that the asthma had come back. Clutching my chest, I could almost see my inflamed respiratory passages lined with far too much mucus, air rushing through in tiny amounts as my lungs screamed for more oxygen while my body kept up with heavy breathing. After a rummage through the medicine cabinet and finding out that there was no Ventolin (it's an asthma relief puff), I started to get worried. Thankfully my mom came out at just the right time and handed me the drug, which I promptly administered to myself. And not a moment too soon, those air passages reopened, allowing a sound restful sleep--
Heck, how the hell did i manage to write like that.
Anyways,
I skipped school on Monday to visit the doctor and get more rest & sleep. Meh, when you're sick, you can skip anything.
On another note, our band saw the funniest thing while we were in a taxi. More on that later.
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