Since I returned from the Grand Canyon, the stress in my life has manifested physically in a feeling of not being able to entirely breathe. I have felt like there's a shoe standing firmly on my diaphragm, preventing me from full oxygen intake. I've hoped that some of the stressors would resolve themselves, and I'm working hard on the ones I can combat. And since this weekend I have felt remarkably better.
Until yesterday. Yesterday morning I awoke to a full-fledged asthma attack and miserable allergies. I'm stuffy, my eyes itch, and I'm feeling generally miserable. And now I really can't breathe. I'm dreadfully allergic to burning wood, and the city is surrounded by wildfires. The air quality is abysmal, I can smell the fires from all over the city, and the sun is giving off a reddish glow through the haze today.
I'm a huge proponent of medicines designed to relieve these symptoms, so this morning I took additional allergy medicine and a few sprays of my inhaler. But the effects of the inhaler (dry mouth, racing heart beat, and uncontrollable shaking for at least half an hour after use) aren't too comfortable. So now I'm jittery and uncomfortable, and I still can't breathe.