Fun fun asthma party times

It’s half-past four in the morning and I’m in triage, waiting to see a doctor.

At 3AM, I woke up with a barking cough and the regret that I hadn’t sought out my medication, yesterday. It was a public holiday and I thought it could wait.

For want of Atrovent, I wound up in a desperate search for anyone who would sell it to me. Hospital was my last resort. And they have procedures…

I’m going to be here for a while.