Something is in the air. Something got to me in the dead of the night and reminded me that asthma is a son of a bitch.

Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season got me, last night, and I woke to the all-too-familiar sensation of not having enough air. So I've used Max for maybe the third time since I started on Keto.

I'm okay. I found my Seratide and dosed myself up on that and some nebuliser Atrovent. I can breathe again.

What I did not anticipate is the anxiety-wired/depression-drained combination that's gone synergetic in my body. It's... petrified of something bad, but too tired to do anything about it. And I'm about due to do a school run for Mayhem in just a few.

Maybe I'll feel better after some Cream of Oxo Egg Drop Noodle Soup. I know that sounds like word salad, but it is the best breakfast in the world.

Oxo is a brand of stock cube. You might have it out your way. I add some salt to the cube in a bowl and drown that with hot water. Crack an egg into it and mess that noise up. Then nuke it for a minute. Add cream and no-carb noodles, and I have a bowl full of delicious Keto-friendly goodness.

It's not a cure-all but it could do a good imitation of one.

I still have a lot of stuff to get in a row, but I'm focussing on the main stuff before I get on with that.

Now if I can just get all my crap together I might get somewhere...