Dead-End day

I feel like someone has been squeezing my lungs all day. I've gone four days without my medicine and my body is already feeling the effects. I don't want to run, eat, or be in the cold. I just feel like sleeping. To top things off, I have my wisdom tooth surgery tomorrow. I will be a swollen-faced, yogurt eating, gauze biting zombie for who knows how long. The goal is to be better by new year's eve. But honestly, if I'm bruised up and fat-faced I don't feel like trying to look pretty. So, if things turn out for the worst, I'll be stuck in my dead end home town until break is over. Truthfully, I just feel like complaining right now. I can not breath. I have no idea why doctors give jut a few moths worth of prescriptions. Seriously, is my asthma going to just disappear all of a sudden? No. Doctor, you are not that brilliant. The only satisfaction I have gotten out of toady is the half pumpkin muffin that I could devour in one bite. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to slip on my new black and gold bodysuit, skinny jeans, and heels and try to look cool.