I've had asthma all my life; severe in childhood, mostly mild to moderate in adulthood. Like many asthmatics, I absolutely hate going to hospital and only go if I actually collapse.
Last night, I probably should have gone. I was struggling to breathe but after about 12 puffs of inhaler I could breathe so I just stayed home. Today I am knackered and a bit breathless but can control it with my inhaler. I've also just come out of my covid isolation.
DH doesn't seem to realise how crap you feel after an asthma attack like this and is letting me rest now but I'm getting distinct eye-rolling vibes. AIBU to think he's been a bit unfair?