My old and not so dear friend, Asthma.

I had asthma as a kid and outgrew it by the time I was about 15. I moved to Texas at 20 and like most of the people here, I took up smoking. It's just something you do in Texas. On TV all Texans wear boots and cowboy hats, in reality, we all smoke.

Or at least we all used to. I have to quit. Sunday afternoon was the last time I had a cigarette. Although, last night before I could stop myself, I lit one and took two drags. Does that count?

The reason I have to quit, in case anyone missed that, is that my asthma has returned. I have been sick all we9ek. <----- that was Charlie, my cockatiel, he's helping. Anyway, I haven't been able to catch my breath all week and stubborn as I might be even I can see that the smoking has got to stop.

School is going okay. We had a test in history on Wednesday, the only class I went to this week. I showed for the test and that's been it all week. I've been in bed half proped up on pillows. I think I did okay on the test though. Dazed as I was (lack of oxygen 'll do that to ya) I only ran across one question I wasn't totally confidant about my answer for.

Spanish is kicking my butt, I am sooo behind from this week. But Karen is taking that class too and she is going to hang out this weekend and help me catch up.

English is really cool this semester. The instructer is very interesting.

Drawing is fun but I missed charcoal this week so I'll have to catch up in that too.

I plan to go to tomorrow's classes but today I'm just going to rest between routes. I can handle my route since it's only 2 hours at a time and if I don't have to talk much. I've found that a cold hard stare does much more than yelling anyway. Talking seems to be the worst thing for my breathing, so I've been avoiding it.


Well, I am going to go lie down for awhile before I go back to work. More later.