Last night there was an elephant in the room ... and it was perched right on top of my chest.
After already having an emotional day (because, let's face it, women have those now and then) I made the decision to go to my belly dancing class. I won't lie, I really didn't want to go, I didn't want to AT ALL. Maybe it was the thought of the shimmy circle and how completely exhausting it is. Maybe it was just the thought of working out. I really don't know, exactly, all I know is that I didn't want to go.
I went anyway.
The beginning of the class was truly enjoyable. I was having a great time. I was moving and shimmying and lifting my hips and trying so incredibly hard to get these moves down. Something wasn't right. I couldn't make myself move in the ways that I wanted to. It was too hard to move my feet and my hips at the same time. This was a very unusual feeling.
Then it happened. An asthma attack.
I was totally unprepared for this. My inhaler was still at home. I hadn't had an asthma attack in two-and-a-half years, so why now?
I slowed down. Maggie (the instructor) told me to pick it up. I believe her exact words were, "you have a LOT more than that, I've seen it - pick it up!" Then I explained to her that I was fighting an asthma attack and she apologized, asked if I needed anything and told me to "fight away"!
I stopped and got some water. I tried to focus and slow my breathing. My sweet friend, Trish, was quickly at my side to see if she could help.
I'm thanking God that it wasn't a major attack. I'm praising God that He helped me through it without the assistance of my inhaler, which is VERY expired, as I learned when I got home and used it (it expired in January of 2010!).
Lesson learned. When you have a medical condition and you're given an avenue to treat said condition, stay on top of your checkups and renewing your prescriptions!!!
What a night. Oh what a night.