At the time of Harvey, I was recovering from bronchitis trying to remember to take my antibiotics and steroids. Then a chemical plant blows up, and everyone speaks about how their throats hurt. Then they warn they are spraying chemicals by army planes to kill the mosquitos. The air everywhere is filled with mold spores. I tried to stay in as much as I could. I could not relapse. My battle at this time was also with my health.
I went out to help my interns with the studio. Something is wrong. I can’t walk from one end of the room to the other without losing my breath. I couldn’t help clean up my studio. I became breathless just walking across the room. I need my health. I have an important speaking engagement in November. It is a big feather in my cap. I must do everything I can to get healthy for this gig. Help me, God.
Pusche