asthma dreams...................

I am a adult onset asthmatic.
Not a totally unexpected thing to happen, of course i hoped i would escape it.
But, it's a herditory sort of hobby, wheezing, and we all seem good at it.

I have to point out that the blame is fully on my mother's side of the family, not my father. He comes from a very , very long line of farmers, who live a long time, and are very healthy.
However, my mother's genes seem very stong, i have ezcema , asthma and kill all known forms of plant life. I darent go near a farm animal, just in case.

The good upside of this is that i was brought up with homegrown organic fruit and veg, but remained , like my mother , scared witless of the large healthy insects and spiders that came attached to anything green from our large garden.
We ate it all, but my mother had to use a collection of rubber gloves to cope.

A big part of uncontrolled asthma is the lack of sleep, the constant waking up , sitting up and fumbling around for your trusty blue inhaler.

Recently i am back ,once again to being a walking dirty phone call, and the nasty asthma nightmares have come back.

Apart from the common, drowning in quick sand dream, that crops up at 3am, two new ones have begun a small mini series in my sleep.

The first stars a well known tv man, and a common form of green veg. The other a sausage.


Last night, Dr phil visited me, and explained , carefully, that he had to perform a small op, on my left lung.

Dr phil is one of those males who have a shiny round bald head. Nature really does overcompenstate in other areas for some, and in ole phil's case , from the nostrils down.
I often suspect that his wife must of spent much her early married years occupied with hair removal from the bathroom plug holes. I bet , by now , if she had kept all that hair she could have stuffed every mattress in her house and saved a lot of money.

Anyway, dr phil carefully removed a great quantity of brocolii from my lungs.
It didnt help much. I still had to wake up and take some extra blue, and prop myself upright to sleep.

I am hoping that one night he explains what he is going to do with all that homegrown veg.



The sausage one is quite fun, up to a point.

I am a proud ,thin , and happy, red dyed spicy sausage. I am rumnbling/ bouncing down a stainless steel food line, then the shrink wrap machine desends. I wake up just before i am wrapped.

I am planning to drug myself in to good sleep tonight, have had enough of this sort of thing for the time being.
Tomorrow i will experience, hopefully, the joy of getting up the stairs without pausing. wish me luck!