March 7th 2013 6:24 pm
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Mom was finally going to get a full 8 hours of sleep last night, but I woke her up mid-way through. She forgave me though 'cause I didn't really want to wake her up, but I wasn't breathing so well and I needed a puff of the strong medicine. Yes--I'm smart like that. One time a couple of years ago, I was having an asthma attack and I woke her up by pulling her alarm clock down by the cord. It hit her in the head. Oops. I usually take the most subtle yet effective method possible. Momma says she doesn't even know what I did to wake her up last night, I was making noise with something. When she asked me what in the world I was doing I jumped back up on the bed by her head so she could hear that I needed my medicine. I have a love-hate relationship with that medicine though. I know it makes me feel better, but it smells funny and makes me feel funny. The stuff I take everyday is fine, but the strong stuff is...well, strong.