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You so need an update.

I was having trouble sleeping and couldn't work out why. One thing I ought to have no trouble with right now is sleep, right?

I checked my breathing and lo, it was an asthma attack, so I put on my kettle and my big heater and took medication and sat at the computer (nicely upright, to give my chest lots of space) and took some more medications and things improved. For a bit.

Then it happened all over again. Which was wildly impossible, because there was no cause.

I checked the temperature and it was about -5 outside, so maybe my heater wasn't doing its job. Except it was. I was a bit worried.

I started to get annoyed about small things, like idiots knocking on doors and talking to each other. "Why can't they wait an hour?" I thought. They weren't knocking on my door, anyhow. It was only of local import. Then I discovered they had left the security door open, and all the cold was pouring in. There was no-one and nothing outside, so I closed it. Within 3 minutes my breathing eased.

Then it all happened again.

I just wish that one of them had knocked at my door to explain what was going on, because the second time I went to shut the door there was a whacking great fire engine there.

Just this moment I opened my door to ask the talkers what was happening and whether I should be worried and saw the backs of a half-dozen burly men in various uniforms, walking out that front door. They looked a bit bored, if anything, and one of my neighbours was saying to them "You guys know how to do almost anything."

It's only -4.5 outside now and my breathing is easing a bit. I still wish I knew what was happening. At least I know what brought on the attack: sudden changes in air temperature.

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I was going to reply to each and every comment on my posts of the last few days, because you're all such nice people and I wanted to. Instead, I'm going to take advantage of you all being such nice people and say 'thank you' here. Thank you. I'm still in teh middle of morass, but knowing that friends watch and worry is reassuring.

I don't know if my students will find me reassuring tomorrow. My bottom half is still 4 sizes bigger than normal and I am kind of shaky and never have much breath. I shall feel better for teaching, though - I always do.

My mother thought that work went away because I was sick. I think that universe might be a nice one to live in. This universe isn't as bad as it was, though. My hair is clean and so are my bedclothes. And my friends rock.