Am I 133 already?

I had a major birthday in September, but didn't think I was that old already.  Let me back track a bit.  I have always believed I am going to live to be 133.  I don't remember how I came up with that number.  Might have been a psychic I went to years ago, or maybe a doctor that had recommended surgery for a tumor.  I shrug, because at this point it's not important.  

This past Summer's fire season here in Montana was HELL!  Serious Hell! Hell on my lungs! hell i tell ya! There were too many nights I was afraid to fall asleep, because I was "worried" I wouldn't wake up in the morning.  

I am having that kind of day today.  Although the level of smoke from fires has gone way down, you can't tell it by my breathing or should I say lack of breath.  I hope just make it through the day.  Is this where the saying "One Day At A Time" comes from?

The other morning I had the same kind of feeling.  I woke up at about 3AM, breathing so-so, and trying not to panic.  I did a breathing treatment.  Coughed some gunk up out of my lungs and went back to sleep.  When I woke up for the day it hit me how close to death we are.  One breath away.  One blink.  One sigh. One gasp. One breath.