An Asthma Story
It's 6 PM and you've just returned home from a hard day at work. Nevertheless, several chores remain before you can relax. You go down to the damp basement to get the laundry from the laundry room. While sorting the clothes, you notice you have a slight wheeze. You think, "I'd better take a few puffs of my albuterol inhaler before things get out of control." After experiencing quick relief, you climb back upstairs to start dinner for your family.
After dinner, your husband lights up a cigar, causing you to start coughing and wheezing again. After a few more puffs from the inhaler, you leave the dinner table and tell your husband to put out his cigar. Then it's time to feed the dog and take him for a walk. During the walk, your asthma kicks in again and you are forced to again use your albuterol inhaler. This time the inhaler only provides partial relief. Nevertheless, by 10 PM your symptoms have returned to normal and you head for the bedroom.
You walk into the bedroom and notice that your cat is curled up on your pillow. After chasing her away, your eyes start to water and the wheezing returns. You change your sheets and pillowcases and throw them on your carpeted floor, but it's too late. You are now in the throes of a severe asthma attack. You take a few last puffs from your albuterol inhaler and call 911.