When Tuesday morning dawned, the effects of shooting late Monday night and the 20 mile run on Sunday really caught up with me. On Sunday night I had woken up at three in the morning and found I simply couldn't breath. Plus, it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. I was having an asthma attack, probably triggered by running four hours on Sunday. Or, I was about to have a big jammer and die of a heart attack.
I have had exercise-induced asthma for years and usually follow a regimen of a corti-steroid and an inhaler for attacks. I ran out of my meds about three months ago. I hadn't been to see my doctor, who had moved to Kamloops, in a couple of years. Never said I was a rocket scientist, did I?
I had made a few half-hearted attempts to get a new doctor, but on meeting them I couldn't possibly imagine explaining my medical and family history to them, nor having them check my prostate. So I went without a doctor. Not really a sound plan for a nearly fifty year old fart.
When at three in the morning on Sunday I found myself unable to breath, I had attempted to make it to the bathroom, grew light-headed along the way and nearly collapsed in my hallway. Well, I actually did end up laying on the floor. But I generally have all the grace of a water buffalo and I was still stiff as hell. From the twenty-miler.
My dogs were concerned enough to start licking my face, and when one of them came dangerously close to licking my ass, I thought it was time to make a trip to Kamloops. Get some meds, and maybe a check-up wouldn't be such a bad idea coming from a family riddled with heart disease...
Of course, Kamloops was a seven hour drive, there and back. Mostly it rained.
But God sent me a sign on the way home. No, really he did! He even spelled it out for me. "Vince, here is a double rainbow. It's a sign!"
Took pictures along the way with my Panasonic Lumix DMC - TS1.
-- Vince Hemingson
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