So, yesterday, I experienced something terrible:
My chest tight, my ears felt like they were going to burst, my throat dry and thick, hard coughing and muscles tightened. I couldn't breath.
Yeah, I have an inhaler and I did use it before exercising as directed. No, I have not been diagnosed with asthma. Yes, I have experienced this before once when I was a child, about seven or eight-
It was about three PM when I got home with my sister and dad from school. I was tired for some reason that day and just passed out at the dinning room table. Nobody was in the same room as me, and I felt too lightheaded and ached too much to move or call for someone. Dinner came around and I was still laying there, breathing heavy and loud. Everyone came out to eat, while my mom set down her bag on a chair and asked, "What's wrong with you? FELIX, what's the matter with Jazmine?!" Of course, my dad just said, "Oh, she's fine."
I only responded with tears dripping down my from eyes and my mom just picked me up and took me to the car.
It was about seven PM that moment and I was laying on a table in the hospital. A doctor placed a mask over my mouth and nose and gave me some pink medicine. I couldn't handle it and just coughed it back up and let it sit in the mask while trying to breath.
It's weird, they didn't know what was wrong with me.
Well, basically the same thing happened during gym yesterday. After getting changed, I headed over to my locker, which I share this year with my love. Right was I approached him, I felt like throwing myself on the ground but instead, flung myself onto him. I told him I couldn't breath, so he opened my bag frantically and opened the paper box to my inhaler. I took a puff and nothing really happened, but I refused to worry him any longer and tried to keep my breathing to a lower volume.
Today, while on the bus back to school, I had fallen asleep on his shoulder. I had awoken much too early and got a headache as I got off the bus. There it was, the breathing problems came back as well and I wanted to walk him home. Of course, I was being stubborn and refused to be picked up without walking him. Aha. He got mad at me and scolded me for not knowing my limits; pushing myself too hard.
It's always like this, I won't tell him if I'm sad, not tell him what's wrong, do something reckless like running across the street without him, not staying home when I'm sick and resting, not bringing my inhaler for running, wanting to do sports when I can't. I really love his "motherly" role in my life.
Another thing, I have a load of Fiji Film and I need models to use them on.
Just saying.
TOMORROW IS CLUB REGISTRATION DAY DURING LUNCH ON THE COURTYARD! *YOU SHALL ALL BE NEW DANCERS FOR POLYNESIAN CLUB BECAUSE YOU LOVE ME AND I'M SUPER CONCEITED! (This is my job as VP. HAHAHA.)
Au revoir!
