Well, we’ve had a run of bad luck in the past several days. First Willy Wonka the chick died (sniff). And then Girlfriend had a serious asthma attack (her first) on the Suzuki Music Family Camp we were at on the Kitsap Peninsula. On Friday she started having problems breathing and after many attempts with emergency medication to stop it, we called her doc and had to run to the nearest town to get a prescription for prednisone filled. And then we had to come home. The whole thing was scary and exhausting. And now Girlfriend is on a panic attack cycle where she keeps thinking she’s having an asthma attack, which makes her panic, which makes it hard to breathe, which makes her think she’s having an attack, etc. We have an appointment with her allergist tomorrow to try to figure out what happened (she’s on all the appropriate maintenance medication). I will ask the doc about this whole anxiety thing–it’s bad.
Sigh. Send calming vibes towards us please.
