Oddly nemesis and emesis rhymne.
A horrid night was had by me.
I feel lucky to be alive.
Why is it even asthma attacks me in my sleep?
I bloody threw up in my sleep and almost choked to death.
Tonight I sleep with a tranquializer that will open my throat up, puffers at the ready and a telephone at my side.
Last night sucked the big one.
My response is to take the day off, and drug myself so my muscles are fooled intorelaxing. OF course I cant do anything else but hey: I'm alive