Silly thought be gone!

When I was young, I always thought that having asthma would be the cutest thing in the world. Geeky, but cute. But now that I have been diagnosed with it, I no longer think it's cute because the inhaler that I have has caused me to have sleeping difficulties. It keeps me wired and active to ponder the answers to silly questions, even at 4:10 in the morning. Yesterday was my third night of not being able to sleep so I finally decided to put an end to this. I can finally stop taking the medications for it. Yes! I'd rather die of shortness of breath on a later random day than to quickly become a zombie in order to prevent myself from having attacks.