Taken for Granted

Ever feel like this girl? Lately, that's how it's felt to me as I try to take a full breath.
When I was a young girl in Mississippi, I developed asthma. I have since linked it to probably the pines we lived around, as it seems to come back whenever I live in areas with those around. I remember sitting in bed, crying because of the fear of never again gaining a full breath, my parents nearby, helping me calm down, handing me a mug of hot spiced tea. Now, I try not to let it get to that point, taking a puff of my inhaler when I start to feel the tightness.
Last Tuesday, I woke up with a slightly sore throat, but didn't think much about it. Over the next few days, it added a cough and some stuffiness to my symptoms. I asked God to get me through the crazy, busy weekend since I was one of the ones in charge of the Ladies' Day we had last Saturday. These last few days, it hasn't really gotten worse, but hasn't gotten better, either. But the cough and chest congestion is bad enough that I had to dig out my old inhaler again.
You never realize how much you take something for granted until you don't have it. Especially when it's something like your breath. I am definitely missing having an ease in singing and talking loud enough to get my children's attention over their yelling. And I'd love to not have the pressure behind both ears.
But I also wonder. How long will it be before I start to once again take that lungful of air for granted? How long before I just assume that it's going to be there? So, now, while it's on my mind ... let me just take a moment to thank God for giving me the ability to breathe normally most days. And for the medicine to help me breathe on the days when it doesn't work as well.
Do you have anything like this in your life? Anything you tend to take for granted that ought to be a part of normal life, but sometimes doesn't come as easy? How do you remember to treasure such things?