Whaaaat? Whyyy? For two months now, you’re trying really hard to jump right out of my chest! Stop the coughing already. Enough.
Haven’t I treated you well my whole life? I never smoked cigarettes. Yes, yes, I did marry a smoker, but he tossed the pack in the fireplace when we had our first baby two years later — didn’t want to set a bad example. So, I’ve lived smoke-free for decades.
And, I did bring you into this world in the high Rocky Mountains where the air was so clear you could count the craters on the moon at night. I worked hard all year round, so you got plenty of oxygen circulating through every little alveoli regularly.
After that, you got to breathe in ocean air! Come on — Pacific coast ocean breezes! It was never 25 below zero; it was always moist and just the right temperature.
We did spend those years in the humid, tree-covered East Coast. I know that the pollen count was a bit much sometimes. But, again — I exercised you, I kept you out of the city smog as much as possible — we lived in the woods!
So, why am I being treated so poorly this winter? You’ve been here in the desert for over a decade without complaint until now. What is causing the persistent heaving, hacking, panting that you’ve been involved with since Thanksgiving?
I’m over it! Give me a hint of what I can do, please. Winter is on the wane. Knock it off already! Summer is coming and I need to be able to breathe freely so I can swim with the grandchildren. I want my breath back!