The smallest Angel

Since I have been out of the hospital I have had to use an inhaler. The simplest things take my breath away. Walking to the mailbox. Harvesting the garden. Taking a shower. Everyone was in the front room watching TV so I decided to started my daily ritual. In the bedroom and bathroom I begin. Wash my face. Brush my teeth. Take medications. Then shower. I am all soaped up and ready for the rinse cycle when it hit me. No more air ... having trouble catching my breath. I turn around ready to yell for someone one to bring me my inhaler when the shower door opens. I stand there water pouring over me, grasping for air ... she giggles and says "Granny whatcha doin'?" Once again, she saves me from myself.