Everything cannot be cured

Such a bad day, asthma-wise. Anything triggers an attack: laughing, having a shower, just whatever. Snow-storm out-doors, and I suffer from a bad case of fibro fog too, added with a really deep blue. I am starting to think that I will really never get well anymore. Illnesses are like that sometimes. Everything cannot be cured. BOnus: some friends seem to think that now is the appropriate time to turn their back to me. So I can only think that I now know them better than I did before.