Breathing Is Fundamental

Having minor asthma attacks at work.  My inhaler (something that starts with an X that I can't recall the name of at the moment) is running low.  TDS walks in.

TDS:  Oh no!  Are you having heartburn?
Me:  No.  Just a little asthma attack.
TDS:  I have my inhaler if you need it.
Me:  Thanks.  I've got mine, it's running low, but yeah I have that little blue one with the X.
TDS:  yeah, I have the one I can't take and the other one.
Me:  That's right.  You can't have the Albuterol but you can have the blue one with the X.
TDS:  No.  I have the small one they gave me that I can't have and the other one that I can have.
Me:  But you can have the blue one with the X.
TDS:  No.
Me:  I thought you couldn't have albuterol.
TDS:  It makes my heart race, so I have the other one.  The blue one with the X on it.

I throw my arms up in defeat.

All I know is breathing is good.