What the shit is this?

So, back in April, there was the fun with the cold that insisted on trying to turn into bronchitis despite hitting the antibiotics early. I've continued to carry the inhaler with me, and I seem to be using it on average 1-2 times per week. Not good, and definitely something I was planning to bring up at my next visit, but not, I thought, a big problem.

Tonight? Twice, one of which was the closest thing I've had to an actual asthma attack, apparently provoked by being in the same room when Patsfan did his post-work fumigating of his suit jacket (i.e. drowning it in cheap cologne to kill the smoke smell from the casino). Granted, I'm not usually in the same room for this, as much because our work schedules don't often coincide as because I hate the smell of that cheap stuff, so this may be the first time I've actually inhaled that crap while it was aerosolized rather than just catching the after-effects.

I knew this was coming. I've spent the past two semesters comparing notes with a classmate whose asthma is far worse, and it's been noticeable that certain things were making me actually notice how I was breathing, if not actually wheezing or coughing. Also, it finally came together this past semester why I have a "thing" about the air being cool-to-cold while I sleep, even if I'm bundled under a ton of blankets: that probably helps keep any inflammation down, rather like sticking a child with certain respiratory infections in a cool mist tent. I've been edging over the borderline of this "borderline asthma" diagnosis for awhile, just compensating without realizing it.

Patsfan's being all super-apologetic. I've said 80 times already, "How could you know when I didn't? This has never happened before. I can be and frequently am around all kinds of incense without being bothered."

Of course, I'm sure that won't be the case much longer either. Bleh. Stoopid lungs. Way to go.

On the plus side, I'd been under the impression for years that Albuterol would aggravate the hell out of my heart. Which it may be doing, but if I'm throwing PVC's, at least I'm not feeling them, which is a plus. Not fond of the whole "deranged hummingbird on crack trying to escape from my ribcage" feeling.

In more amusing news, whilst playing with the new scheduling software in the tutoring center, which involved setting up fake students and making fake appointments in an attempt to break the software and find the bugs before going live with it, one of my fellow tutors made an appointment for me to tutor Severus Snape in Chem 101. She couldn't figure out why I found that way more hilarious than she did. No, this wasn't (obviously) the one I mentioned last week who also has fannish tendencies.