Those that know me reasonably well will know that, at times, I find breathing a little tricky. It's not that I somehow forget how to breath or anyhitng like that. It's just that my body cannot regulate the loss of carbon dioxide from my blood as well as most people; or at least that is the best explanation for asthma that I've heard.
With one notable exception in the early 90s when I spent a few days in hospital my asthma has been generally quite well controlled by inhalers. However, controlling it by inhalers was just part of my daily life. At some point I would inevitably reach for my little blue life support machine in my pocket.
One of the great joys of Singapore is that, in 7 weeks here, I think I have reached for the little blue life support maching exactly once. The Dodgess and I had gone to one of her colleague's for a party, and they had a cat. Again, those who know me well, will know that cats stop me breathing. Not on purpose I agree - but the hairs do something very strange to my breathing.
I wish that I knew why this happened. I would of course sell the reason and make my fortune this way. It is definitely true that heat helps - my asthma was always worst on dry cold days, and better on warm muggy days.
Perhaps the world here has that bit more CO2 in the air, meaning that less escapes from my lungs when I breath, but that doesn't really make sense as I've spent the last 7 years living pretty near the middle of a pretty big city, and the previous 18 even nearer the centre of a pretty city.
Whatever is causing it, I don't really plan to complain. I'm merely enjoying my free breathing.
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