I thought keeping up a blog would be an easy way to keep in touch with my family and friends. apparently I have to get on line more often to do this. I had a pretty rough November and part of December. after moving into this adorable old house I patched cracks in the ceilings of my bed room & bathroom, sanded them, painted half the bed room ceiling before I found myself sick, thought it was a bad cold, but after several days of feeling like garbage I decided to take a hot bath. I hadn't been using the tub due to a pipe problem. I had been going to the basement to use the shower but thought I wouldn't be able to do the 2 flights of stairs. After soaking for a short time I began coughing, coughing and coughing. I could not catch my breath and frantically tried to call my sister Menie, even texted her. There was no answer and I was still coughing. Between coughing bouts I still could not catch my breath and began to panic. I could not get out of the tub, or reach a towel. There was a hand towel I could get and of course I had the cell phone. So yes, you guessed it, I called 911. To one of my greatest humiliations, there have been many, I had to be "rescued." The EMT's could not get in as I'm a chicken and lock up very well. The police had to break the back door window to get in, they found me in the empty tub, coughing in the fetal position holding the hand towel the best I could to cover ... parts ..., by this time I was panicking and hyper ventilating. I was relieved and embarrassed to have a group of men in my bathroom. Of course having no window coverings up I had a small candle lit which cast very little light. So they had flashlights. But was positive I was dying!! The officer put a towel around me, then a blanket. The EMT, Foster helped me breath, they carried me down stairs put me on a gurney and I was put in an ambulance, driven to the ER and checked out. The officer came, I thanked him and told him how embarrassed I was and I hoped to never see him again. He introduced himself as brother Aimes from my ward. I died. He was very kind to call his wife and she came to take me home when I was released. I had sinusitis, bronchitis & was dehydrated. The next day my work sent me to a Dr. and they found I had asthma. I have not been bothered by that in forever, I simply never thought of it. She thought I probably had an attack in the tub. After getting steroids, my bottom is still sore at the thought. So I 'm back on Advair twice a day and grateful to be in this time period when drugs are available. I was down for over a week. I lost a week in a half of work. I am still struggling with my voice. I don't have it back fully and lose it if in the cold or physically active.