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Done It Once Done It Twice

Done it once, and done it twice. Done it simple, and done it nice. Done it a thousand times today. She is called breathing, and she don’t play. Done it once and done it twice. If you’re an asthmatic, you roll the dice. If you’re an asthmatic, you had better understand her way. If you’re an asthmatic, an inhaler you had better know When to head to the hospital, and please do not be slow! I have survived times that I thought would be the final blow. Why I am still breathing, probably only One will ever know….

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Date: 1/9/2019 8:23:00 PM
You have captured the anxiety well. Nice write, which I wish you never had to write. ~ Gershon
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/9/2019 10:02:00 PM
Thank you, Gershon. I once drove myself to the hospital which was across town thinking my fourteen-year-old daughter who was fast asleep wouid wake up to find out what had happened to me, hoping I did not take anyone else out when I collapsed in my car. My husband was two states away, and my older daughters were in colleges in other states. A memory I retain in all ways now 26 years later.
Date: 1/9/2019 7:15:00 AM
Yes, it can get rather uncomfortable. Well penned.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/9/2019 9:48:00 AM
I have had some near misses; no idea why I am still here.

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