I kind of hit the wall today with my asthma.

Kind of like you know you're a redneck when....

Well, you know you're an asthmatic when...

You have to ride around the supermarket with a 5 year old in one of those stupid old lady carts that beeps when you back up.

You huff and puff just to get to the freakin' bathroom.

Getting out to the garage to do laundry is soooo sooooo fucking far.

Walking to the mailbox took determination and grit.

Walking back from the mailbox took kneepads.

The idea of taking the shop vac and sticking it down your throat to pull all the crud out of your lungs sounds like a fantabulous idea.

Shopping on the net is too far to walk.

Some people may not leave home without their American express, but you don't leave home with out your inhaler, your spacer, a tupperware container full of ice and insulin, several syringes, a blood kit, BUT...

...you forget your wallet.

Off to bed.