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I myself do not know anything about medicine. I don't have to. I have the best medical reference on call 24/7. My husband. But the thing is, he's also my husband, which means I sometimes doubt his medical advice. Simply because I also sleep with him.
So about 5 years ago when I developed a shallow cough that wouldn't go away, he diagnosed me quickly. "You have asthma. Here's an inhaler." To which I defensively replied, "I DON'T have asthma! So, I don't need an inhaler."
When we moved to Morocco, my cough suddenly and mysteriously completely disappeared for two and a half years. Cured! But when we returned to the dry, under oxygenated air of Colorado it returned. I get long coughing fits. And I'm sure it causes the general public to question whether I have tuberculosis. And whether they should call the Center for Disease Control and have me quarantined.
"I STILL DO NOT HAVE ASTHMA!"
I am nothing, if not stubborn. Until this past weekend. When I went to a friend's birthday party. And coughed for 6 hours. SIX HOURS! Of course I didn't have an inhaler. Of course I didn't tell anyone I needed one. Of course I just kept coughing. Until the very end of the night when I admitted defeat and asked my husband if he had an inhaler with him. You know, for my non-asthma.
(My husband brought me an inhaler and patiently guided me through using it like a child during the writing of this post. Because I am a child. A stubborn child. An asthmatic stubborn child. Thank god he's used to this, because he's a pediatrician after all. )
MY NAME IS MARIE AND I HAVE ASTHMA.