Sing along with me, will you?
I've penned a new verse to It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year:
It's the most asthmatic time of the year.
With the damp air a-blowing, I'll keep neb-u-lizing - for my lungs I fear!
It's the most asthmatic time...of the year!
It seems cruel that my absolute favorite time of the year, November through February, is also the time that I most struggle to breathe. The moist, cold air kills me. This year it's starting early; there's a heaviness in my lungs that won't subside. My barky cough is returning and I've already spent multiple days tied to my inhaler.
Oh well. It's a reasonably small price to pay for the glorious, heavenly cold weather.
I really, really do love it. Cold, wind, rain...I come alive.
Bring it on, weatherman!