Not only do I have asthmatic symptoms that sometimes accompany my bouts with COPD, I have a friend who has been a complete asthmatic most of his life. This friend works with me at a haunted house. His condition is far worse than my own, and sometimes while we were working late on cold damp October nights, his asthma would kick in, and he would be unable to breathe. Luckily, my own experiences, with both asthma and COPD gave me the knowledge to help him.
Sometimes my friend would forget his inhaler, and sometimes his inhaler simply wasn’t enough. Perhaps it was the cold or the dampness of our scene that affected him so. However, he ran the risk of being sent home for this, and since he was my scene partner, and my friend, I could not have this. His part in our scene was every bit as essential as my own. We had a routine worked out which worked perfectly every time. I had to find an adequate cure for this situation when it occurred.
One thing that greatly helps me when I have attacks that make me lose my breath, and am out and about where I can’t make a nice warm cup of herbal tea is Horehound candy. However, you must be certain the candy actually contains Horehound, which is a very good herb for respiratory disorders of all kinds. The ingredients listed on the package should have this information. If it says “artificially flavored,” this is not what you want, and will serve little purpose. You can even make your own candy from the herbal tea.
An added plus with Horehound candy is that it is also quite tasty. Horehound is actually named for the Egyptian god Horus, so it has obviously been used for its benefits and wonderful flavor for thousands of years. Oddly, my friend would later give me a necklace with Horus on it. I am only now realizing the synchronous significance of this!
I usually carried some of this candy on me at the haunted house anyway, encase it was needed to alleviate my own condition. When I found my friend sitting behind the scenes gasping for breathe, I immediately ran to get some. After resting for a few minutes, and sucking on a piece of Horehound candy, my friend was right back at work along side me, scaring the breath out of customers as he should be!
The next night, I brought him his very own bag of Horehound candy, and told him where he could find more, so that he would have it on him anytime his asthma gave him trouble, as it did occasionally thereafter. The candy seemed to work quite well for him each and every time. Afterward, when other fellow haunters where sick, or having trouble of some kind, they always came to “Mama Laurie” for her “voodoo remedies.” I was the “voodoo lady” at the haunt, after all!