I went to the doctor's again today after school because my asthma has really been getting to a point where it's pure unadulterated misery, as opposed to unadulterated misery.

Anyway he merrily told me that I had the same thing that had caused Teresa Teng to die. With a smile. Yay.

Now $63 later, I am the proud owner of a purple inhaler and more of those penicillin pills he gave me on Sunday.

I hope I get well soon. I feel handicapped by my inability to run, to speak, to sing, to walk a distance without becoming breathless. It's like one, long, drawn out asthma attack that nothing will cure.