The following Yo-Adriane mystery is almost as intriguing as the ghosts lurking in Jerome, AZ (the ones inside the building that is...not the one standing in front of it).As far back as I can remember, I have made the following sound on an
almost regular basis:
Arggghemmmm..Ahhhkkkkk..Arrrrrr!!!
Okay, I don't really know how to linguistically describe the sound but just think of a cat coughing up a really horrendous hairball that NEVER actually surfaces. Or better yet, just imagine
Gollum hacking up some pretty stale elven bread. Got it? Okay, so you got a pretty good idea of my less-than-lady-like habit.
Up until yesterday, I really had no definite explanation as to why I did this.
If you were to ask me to guess, I would have probably attributed it to one of the following scenarios:
A) I have an incessant cold.
B) I imagined a medical condition to grab people's pity.
C) I permanently damaged my respiratory system when I recently scarfed a piece of cake down the wrong tube in my throat.
In actuality, the answer has a little do with all three answers...Incessant, Medical Condition, and Respiratory System....So, have you guessed yet?
Well, if you did, your logic must be clearer than mine because I honestly didn't think I would have to deal with.....drum roll please....wait for it...here it comes......ASTHMA!!!!!!!!!
Did I make that dramatic enough for you? I hope so b/c J always says I can be such a drama Q...and I think he is right...so here it is again......
DUDE, I HAVE ASTHMA!
I got the less-than-exciting news yesterday during a doctor's visit in which I was convinced I had bronchitis. Yeah, if only I were so lucky...
And yet, should I rejoice that I have solved this 20-something year old mystery? Should I?
I guess I SHOULD be grateful that I can now silence my death gag with the help of modern, chemical-laden technology.
I know you know what an inhaler is...it's for middle school P.E. first aid kits, right? But did you know, us asthma
suffer-ees can also inhale fine, steroid-choked powder through a cute, little, self-priming, purple disc??? It's sooooo cool man.....
And
how about the names for these drugs?
ProAir and
AdvAir.
They make it sound like I been promoted or something. Yeah I'd like a new introduction now...."Hi I'm Adriane, Senior Executive of Flem-No-More Inc."
But I guess their strategy is reverse
psychology...They make you think their drugs = personal freedom when really you're like two steps away from becoming a full-out inhaler addict. Didn't
Millhouse from the
Simpsons or Steve
Urkel or someone like that on
tv suffer from inhaler addiction? Yeah, whoever it was, I'll be him/her in like two prescription refills.
You may ask (or at least I had to ask myself)...Am I still normal?
Sure. If you can call a girl with overgrown bangs, size 10W feet, and an undying love of onions and smoked oysters normal. I'm normal.
Truth be known, I'm actually happy I found out what was wrong with me. It's a relief. No more "cough girl" stigma or people thinking I may or may not have some hideous germ which will eventually ripen into the formidable H1N1 ...yeah, all I have to worry about now is if I remember to pack my inhaler in my purse. To quote my new hero, Nacho
Libre, "My life is good...really good!!"
--A