Yesterday proved to be one of the roughest days of the year.

It all started with me being cocky and thinking that I could make it to the cheap gas station on interstate whilst on fumes. Well luck was not my side and sure enough, as I inched acrossed the I-5 bridge the car stalled… I was SOL, on the I-5 bridge, at 8:40 in the morning (read rush-hour). Oh man, oh man…

So what did I do? I got out and pushed. Dad started pushing, but I thought he better drive. So I got out and pushed, and pushed, and pushed until my face was red, my legs shook, and I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. With some help from a big truck behind us we made it to the 76 on the Oregon side and filled up. However, that wasn’t the end of it.

I was winded and coughing constantly. I wasn’t recovering like I should… My lungs felt like they were on fire and my mind whirled. I told Dad to drive the rest of the way… I was in bad shape. I didn’t know it, but I was having an asthma attack! Half way down the commute I realized that my old asthma was coming back. I had to get an inhaler, but my old inhaler was at home.

Eventually I got to the nurse at LC and recovered and quickly (after class) headed to Kaiser where I waited for three hours to get my hands on an inhaler smaller then your hand. What an ordeal. The gods musta been crazy yesterday! I just hope this bad luck doesn’t follow me into the week.

~J
BTW.. Tank is at “F” and I got into school fine today!

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