Asthma. That wheezy, coughing pal that I just can’t shake!
So many triggers, exercise, pollen, animal hair, spicy foods and most annoyingly changes in the temperature. Worst of all, the cold. My life is a constant struggle between my love of winter (mainly Christmas) and my body’s straight up hatred of it. My skin gets dry and cracked, and I’m too lazy to moisturise properly, but worst of all my chest gets tight and I cough and then I can’t breathe properly.
Dramatic? Yes, but accurate.
I got diagnosed with asthma when I was seven years old, and so you might think I have it under control. Well buckle up lads: I am not very good at adulting. We (as in my family) moved to Suffolk to have ‘cleaner air’ for my asthma, which was useful. But (cue lighting change and dramatic music) I first encountered snow in Suffolk and oh mama did my body protest about that.
Child me: oh yeah, snowball fights and snowman building!
My lungs: (in the voice of Scar from The Lion King) ha! I think not.
I find that I can tell when it’s cold, I’m like a really wheezy barometer. In the night I will wake up coughing, and then look out the window to frost. I KNEW IT! My chest gets very tight. How to describe this? Rather than my organs being too big, it feels like my ribs have shrunk. (Yes, it’s both insane but weirdly accurate).
How do I combat this?
Firstly, I sleep on four pillows. That’s right four. Like some budget princess and the pea situation. I find it helps with the sleeping in winter. (When I say four, they are stuffed into two pillowcases).
Secondly, I love my scarf. I find covering my throat and chest is the best way to survive winter. This is problematic though cause boy oh boy do I get sweaty.
Thirdly, like Shrek I embrace layers, tank tops, cardigans, jumpers, hoodies, coats.
Finally, blankets! I am not big on turning the heating on too high, I find that too dries out my skin and we already know I’m too lazy to moisturise. So, I have myself a blanket.
There you go, how I survive the winter as an asthmatic.