I'm usually okay after the nebulisers, though... and I'm not sure that there's time for that tomorrow.
We've got to go and talk to the police. I'm not sure how long that's going to take to go though the statements (yes, multiple statements).
Right now, I need to be at home. We have enough worry in the family, trying to keep track of who is arrested and who isn't.
Honestly, given how bad I was just fetching the milk in a minute ago - I don't think that I will be dodging hospital once mum sees for herself what I am like.
I was wheezing so bad that I couldn't even have a conversation with soon to be ex until after I sat on the floor and put all the milk into the fridge. I was trying to explain to him that I had the newest milk in the fridge first, then the older milk in front of it - so, all he needs to do is to empty each row of milk bottles in order from front to back.
I have my reliever inhaler in bed with me, just in case I wake up unable to breathe - but I don't need a Peak Flow reading to know that I'm bad right now.
Mum might give me a couple of puffs of her stronger inhaler and some oxygen or something tomorrow... I just don't want to be on a mixed ward with three other men again.
