Just a mini for Jane

Last night was terrible. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t find my inhaler. I ripped my place up, and I mean everywhere. I was at the point where I was dipping my hand a half foot down into the couch cushions. Ran out to my car at 2:30 am –ish. No luck. So I finally went with green is the aura color of the lungs. Visualization. And I laid back down in my bed next to Keith. Just relax and see it. No crying- that’s not helping. I tried to focus on something to make me happy—this man makes you happy, Caryn. And I lay there, gasping for breath, but more gently as I watched him sleep, and my lungs settled down. And all of a sudden he asks me, “Where is your inhaler?” Here’s me, “I don’t know, I’ve looked everywhere.” Then he says, “No… HERE is your inhaler- it was under my pillow.”