Scary scary moment

Sometimes I swear I have more work ethic than brains. With all my lung issues, I still insisted on walking the deposit to the bank yesterday. It was too much for me to handle yet. I coughed the whole way to the bank and the whole back. It's only ONE block away! I seriously thought I was going to pass out on the street, but somehow made it back into the lobby. One co-worker fetched my rescue inhaler for me while I rested on the couch. I was still coughing so much that I couldn't get a good hit on from the inhaler. The office manager walked by on his way out to a meeting (that he was already late for) and he wouldn't leave til I felt better (what a good dude). He just didn't know what to do for me. Sometimes blowing my nose helps, so he got me a tissue. No good. Another co-worker and long-time asthma sufferer came by and asked what she could do, so I had her pound on my back with cupped hands. That calmed me down enough that I could at least hit the inhaler. Boss said today that he was about ready to call 911. Honestly, I was about ready to ask him to make that call. That was the worst asthma attack I've EVER had. I really don't feel any better today either, but was sick of laying around the house at home, and didn't feel like fooling with getting a doctor's note for being out 3 days in a row. It must be my military training. You just plain DO NOT call in sick in the Air Force.

I met my new supervisor today. Seems like a very nice man. He wants to come back next week to talk to me some more. I know the new complex-manager loves me already. (impressed by my organizational skills - which are really just survival skills so I'm not completely lost - easier to organize it now than to try and find it later). I hope the new supervisor likes me too.