I'm sure I'm not the only asthmatic to wake up in the middle of the night short of breath and not have a clue where his four Albuterol inhalers are, yet be too exhausted to get out of bed to look for them.
That's the situation I found myself in last night. After working all week, and working out when I wasn't working, and chasing kids around when I wasn't doing any of those two, I was perhaps more exhausted last evening than I remember being since I started working day shift last January.
In fact, I was so pooped out last night I went to bed at 7 p.m. without even taking any of my medicine. I actually lied down intending to watch the Tigers, yet I don't remember what happened as I fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
So I think Inhaler Gremlin has been at my house. I think it feasts on inhalers that are sitting around. Hell, it feeds on inhalers that are brand new and not even out of the package yet.
Anyway, if I had gotten out of bed I would have found one on the table next to the couch. For some reason the Gremlin didn't eat that one. Yet I didn't get up, and despite my discomfort fell back asleep.