My medical resume is more impressive than my real one.

And now features a new line! I've been diagnosed with adult-onset asthma. Whee. Or wheeze, as the case may be.

Dr. Butcher, the pulmonary specialist I saw today, was very optimistic about controlling the problem with the Qvar I'm already on. For the next week I'm taking something different (Advair) then going on a maintenance daily Qvar regimen. I'll keep the Combvient for crisis moments.

Pending a meeting with my Primary Care doc on Friday, I'll be back at work on Monday. Speaking of which, I dropped by there to pick up some paperwork they wanted me to fill out, and ended up chatting with the owner for a while. I let him know that I was interested in moving inside if a position opened up that was less physically demanding. I also helped draft the physical requirements for a Lord & Sons route driver. Something they had never bothered to commit to paper before.

It's good to have a name for the problem, and a plan to defeat it, but I'm really getting tired of my body doing this.

Now that's funny.

Out of the 842 songs in my Top Rated folder, what's the second song to come up today? The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Playing for the first time since July 3rd.

Today is, of course, the 35th anniversary of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald being being lost with all hands 17 miles off Whitefish Bay.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy...

EDIT: And of course, I just found a heavy metal cover of the song. Not the greatest cover, but interesting.