Suffocation

You take air for granted until it's taken away and you have to think about every breath. It's a different life after you have to use the rescue inhaler. It's like rebirth or something. I just finished reading this novel that involves theology and I can't resist thinking of an asthma attack as the act of an ancient, capricious god from the Greek pantheon.

Really though, it's just that I let the cat sleep on my bed last night. It's just allergies.