I am an asthmatic, a diagnosis that goes back to the fourth grade. As I’ve aged, the disease has presented itself in very odd ways so it’s taken a while to get it under control.  But! With a myriad of medications things have been running really smoothly.
One of the more effective medications I am on is delivered via an inhaler and it gives me mild thrush and is hard for me to get deep into my lungs. My allergist prescribed a spacer to help out with this issue and it’s been working great so far. I take a puff of my inhaler and breathe in and out of the spacer repeatedly until all of the medication is used up. But, it looks like a bong.
Although this bong-like contraption has gotten raised eyebrows from the people to whom I have shown it, who cares. It works and I can breathe. Breathing is the sustenance of lie, people!
So why am I angry at Wonder Boy?
Well I recently had to get a new spacer and this one has one serious flaw. With every inhale I take, it makes a long warble as if I were playing one note on a harmonica. And this sends Wonder Boy into a fit of giggles, which makes me taking my LIFE SUSTAINING medication very difficult. So we had a talk and now he waits until I am done to laugh.
Until now.
Wonder Boy recently bought an accordion, which he doesn’t know how to play. Slowly he has been learning about the instrument and his newest discovery is which key plays C. So last night I am using my inhaler, you know, making it so I can breathe, and after every inhale he hits the note of C.
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