I am convinced breathing problems are a key element behind my weekend freakout. I have been struggling to breathe lately, but I tend to forget how bad it gets. Lately I am severely congested, my chest feels tight and I find myself reaching for the albuterol inhaler several times a day.
This morning I almost had a panic attack in the space of time between dropping my oldest daughter at school and taking my youngest to daycare. My vision blurred, I felt dizzy and had difficulty expanding/contracting my lungs. My head felt stuffed and heavy. At the stop sign outside the elementary school, I lowered my car window and took two puffs from the inhaler. My youngest complained about the window, said it would make her cold. All I could say was: "mommy is having trouble breathing, sweetie, and the window down helps her feel better."