asthma and other shizzle

Some days, the pain and frustration of having this going on pushes me close to tears. Other days, it doesn't bother me a bit. But how do you explain to someone who has barely known chest congestion the feeling of a baby elephant on your chest? How can you tell them to breathe through 5 layers of fabric and they'll only begin to get the clue? They shouldn't have tom be burdened with our (asthmatics) bullshirt. Nor should we have to struggle to breathe because they are too fucking lazy to walk 25 feet from the front door of wal-mart. How do we reach a compromise, let alone an understanding? I mean, as much as the smoke hurts, literally, i don't want to crap all over someone else's freedoms. I just don't accept that as the only solution.