A reprieve…

Around a month ago, a paramedic told me I needed a ventolin inhaler as well as my pink one. So I duly asked for a script and started using it. And I have needed to call out paramedics frequently since then.

The day before yesterday, I used the pink inhaler only and found that my breathing is much better. So I used that one only yesterday. Still my breathing was better. So I told my surgery. They will double the script for me.

Sometimes, it seems, what seems to be the obvious remedy is not. My pink inhaler contains a preventer and my lungs seem to like it a whole lot better.

I am grateful to not be calling out paramedics. It was getting ridiculous and yet I needed them. It seems the ventolin was the cause.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

One reply on “A reprieve…”

I am so sorry you have to go through this trial and error approach but so grateful that something positive is happening and perhaps it will be a real blessing. Thank you for sharing this news with us. Love, hugs and prayers for healing Chrisssie xoxoxxo Joni


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