I don't know how funny this one is but here I go. Last year Dec 23 2004 house full of family and kids. I felt my chest getting tighter and tigher and having difficulties breathing. It never really clicked that as an asthmatic, this might be a problem. I made a lovely dinner for about 10 people then said I would like to go lie down for a while. While in my bedroom I decided that I was definately having difficulties breathing and talking and in my hypoxic state thought 'Ambulance'. I managed to get one and laid down in bed waiting for my rescue to come. I forgot to mention to the rest of the family that i had called an ambulance. Very shortly afterwards, apparently (mum told me this bit) they all noticed some great blue lights as both a car AND an ambulance arrived outside the door. Like most people on our street, when there is an ambulance, curtains start twiching. In their interest to find out who was poorly, the family stood at the front window ignoring the knocking at the front door. When my husband finally decided to investigate who it was that was interrupting their 'snooping', he found one of his physio patients standing at the door wearing a green outfit with a green Santa hat that had flashing lights. His response was one of '[we'll call her xmass Carol] what are your doing here?' Apparently this person had DNA'd him that week so she took one look at him and started to apologise for blowing off her appointment with him. He than asked her why she was here - did she need some treatment? Carol said no- they had had a call from this house about a 37 year old with breathing difficulties. The light went on in my husband's head that it had been me and the paramedics, the kids, the family, my husband and the two dogs all ran upstairs to where I was starting to panic and have EVEN more difficulties breathing. I was sorted out that night but as usual refused to go to hospital where I knew I would wait for a while then be discharged. Unfortunately I had to go into hospital on the 24th with my asthma and my poor husband sat with me until I signed myself out at 4am on Christmas morning. I couldn't be in hospital when my kids woke up! We thought this was the end of our Christmas misadventures but then on Christmas day, we got snow. This kids went out to play and my niece fell down and knocked her front teeth out. She found one of them and began running home with it but then fell down and lost it again! We had to take her to A&E because NHS Direct told us to (but they always tell us to go to A&E). So my husband spent the night of Christmas day back in the hospital where he subsequently ran into Carol again. It all really happened....