Yesterday I experienced either a new, as yet un-described side-effect from an asthma medication or a new multitasking morbidity. I take a dry-powder inhaler in the autumn and winter as a bit of insurance against mild bronchial hyper-reactivity that has been a minor annoyance since childhood. I probably don’t even need it.
To briefly set the stage, yesterday was a typical “I’m-a-bit-later-than-I-wanted-to-be-so-I-had-better-try-to-cram-the-things-I-need-to-do-into-less-time” morning. During the week I get up several hours before I have to be at work to think, read, write, pray, exercise a little; to spend a little time with my wife and see the kids off. (It helps living a ten minute bicycle ride from the hospital.) Yesterday I spent a little too long in the thinking/praying/reading mode. I had to make up time. Continue reading
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