The last time I wrote, I left you hanging, sort of like a season-ending cliffhanger. As you recall, I was sick in bed, couldn’t eat, was coughing up a lung, short of breath at rest and generally sick as a dog. So sick, in fact, that my defibrillator shocked me. But I’m glad to report that I’m OK. Turns out, my respiratory infection triggered an asthma attack, which mimicked some bad heart juju. I’ve added inhalers to my daily pharmaceutical regimen and I feel much, much better. Hooray for big pharma.