“I can't breathe, I can’t breathe,” wheezing between words as I yelled at my mom for help. While it felt as my lungs were nonexistent and an elephant standing on my chest. I looked at my mom fearfully. I didn't know what was happen and what the future holds. As she picked me up and shot to the door. It's the night before an exciting day. The day that has been impending closer and closer everyday since the start of summer. First grade, exciting for more than just me. As the 130 others attending first grade were ecstatic starting a new school year as grade schoolers. Finally that fateful night I became drowsy, and past out at 8:00pm already dreaming of the next day. I awakened to the strong smell of crispy bacon, and french toast still being
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To the sight of my mom creating a plate full of my favorite breakfast meals. With a large glass of cold chocolate milk to make this mela even better. I eventually finish my meal that seemed fit for a king, and decided I better check my bag. I then scattered my organized bag onto the floor and briskly shorted through them. As I finally finished packing my red spider-man backpack there was not a task to be completed anymore. So I now start becoming anxious and have no clue what to do. In the moment I start in a dead sprint back through the kitchen, past my open door to my room, take a sharp left to the bathroom, and complete my route multiple time. Each time I complete a lap my breathing seems to become harder. After my tenth lap I cannot go any farther I sit down incapable to take a breathe. With all my might I scream for my mom I get one scream of, but my voice is now incapable of saying anything. In less than a minute my mom arrives now witnessing me almost laying completely on my back gasping for air. Immediately she picks me up with her soft, warm hands yelling, “we need to go, we need to go”, as we leave in a flash. Luckily my younger brother has already been dropped off at preschool …show more content…
Immediately she hops and the front car seat and promptly backs out of the driveway carefully. She then yell, “hang on”! As we hastily take off. Now we are pulling into the hospital as luckily we were not stopped by any stop lights or cars. Once stationarymy mom pop the creaky drivers door open and swiftly back to mine. Unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me out. To see the large brown building with a sign in big red letters reading “emergency,” where my mom was now carrying me to. I arrived inside where quickly I was sat on a white bed with a plastic covering the sheets. With white walls surrounding me and doors on each side with numbers on them which I had no idea what they stood for. Eventually I landed into a sterile smelling room with shelves filled with needles and medications that made my face turn white, and my heart drop lower into my stomach as I saw more and more. Less than a minute later a doctor walked in with a white coat on and lightly said “take this nebulizer and take deep breaths as we get the tests ready,”. Now I was terrified, but I had to do it. The doctor and two others brought me to another room and now I could breathe. Needles, wires, masks, everything I did not want
To the sight of my mom creating a plate full of my favorite breakfast meals. With a large glass of cold chocolate milk to make this mela even better. I eventually finish my meal that seemed fit for a king, and decided I better check my bag. I then scattered my organized bag onto the floor and briskly shorted through them. As I finally finished packing my red spider-man backpack there was not a task to be completed anymore. So I now start becoming anxious and have no clue what to do. In the moment I start in a dead sprint back through the kitchen, past my open door to my room, take a sharp left to the bathroom, and complete my route multiple time. Each time I complete a lap my breathing seems to become harder. After my tenth lap I cannot go any farther I sit down incapable to take a breathe. With all my might I scream for my mom I get one scream of, but my voice is now incapable of saying anything. In less than a minute my mom arrives now witnessing me almost laying completely on my back gasping for air. Immediately she picks me up with her soft, warm hands yelling, “we need to go, we need to go”, as we leave in a flash. Luckily my younger brother has already been dropped off at preschool …show more content…
Immediately she hops and the front car seat and promptly backs out of the driveway carefully. She then yell, “hang on”! As we hastily take off. Now we are pulling into the hospital as luckily we were not stopped by any stop lights or cars. Once stationarymy mom pop the creaky drivers door open and swiftly back to mine. Unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me out. To see the large brown building with a sign in big red letters reading “emergency,” where my mom was now carrying me to. I arrived inside where quickly I was sat on a white bed with a plastic covering the sheets. With white walls surrounding me and doors on each side with numbers on them which I had no idea what they stood for. Eventually I landed into a sterile smelling room with shelves filled with needles and medications that made my face turn white, and my heart drop lower into my stomach as I saw more and more. Less than a minute later a doctor walked in with a white coat on and lightly said “take this nebulizer and take deep breaths as we get the tests ready,”. Now I was terrified, but I had to do it. The doctor and two others brought me to another room and now I could breathe. Needles, wires, masks, everything I did not want