Good advice. Accept when you can't then you want scream-- but again, you can't.
That really stinks you know. You can't breathe in because you can't breathe out. Lungs feel like they are burning, itching. Feeling trapped.
I am asthmatic. Usually, it is no big deal. I manage it. Actively. But when I get a cold it goes and lives in my lungs for what may as well be a year.
Breathing helps. It is especially important for exercising and parenting.
Last night was pole. I didn't feel sick- my lungs were a little twitchy but not bad.
Over night I got up several times unable to breathe. Now I kind of have it down. My kids can sleep through the hum of a nebulizer. I can set up a neb in darkness. So, I'll sit overnight browsing the web inhaling the mist and exhaling the mist. "Stay calm, in for 2 out for 2" I mentally tell myself. Breathing will get easier.
Calmly, my husband rolls over and asks, half awake: "you okay, babe?"
"Yep" I say, "go back to sleep. I'll let you know if I need you."
"Okay, I love you" says he.
"I love you, too" I say.
The hum continues. I keep breathing. It gets easier.
Morning comes, I face facts, time to start more aggressive medication. Medication that makes me angry and crabby. Medication that comes with a price. But breathing is worth it.