Another asthma attack? Oh no, where is my inhaler I say to myself as I feel my chest tightening each second. It is such a scary experience that is never looked forward to, but sadly it happens. Although, it seems as though each attack was worse than the last, each time my inhaler has saved me from the painful misery of barely being able to breathe and coughing until my head throbs with pain. I always seem to find my inhaler at the right time, just before the terrifying symptoms worsen. I cannot even begin to think how many times my inhaler has rescued me from some tough breathing situations. In the past, there have been situations in which the asthma attack was so severe that my life was nearly taken. But somehow that little red canister finds its way into my hands and I find myself eagerly pumping the canister in order to inhale this medicine that sends a world of relief throughout my chest. It really is amazing how fast it can relieve such anguish with just two puffs, and leave me feeling as if nothing severe just happened. Overall, this little red canister is so crucial to my everyday functioning, and anytime I am without it I feel as though I am naked. Without this red canister that carries "200 inhalations" I would be a different person. I wouldn't be able to participate in such demanding sports or engage myself in strenuous exercise, which is a main part of my life now. A life without sports is bad enough, but not having an inhaler would make life almost unbearable. Through a sociological lense, the inhaler can be seen as part of the "age of convenience" we're currently in. The inhaler is so compact, small, and requires little effort to use which is what Americans look for these days.
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