Listening to: Lorde- Royals
Reading: Tha Screen
No no am kidding.
Just an update to my fellow watchers and or friends.
Okay, lets see... oh! am sick. yaaay.
But here i'll tell you something, a story. A story you'll soon get.
//June 2 2013, 9:00 approx//
I looked at my reflection, my hair was a mess... great. I started to wash my hands and as i went to go dry my hands, i coughed.
You might think, 'okay, so? everyone coughs every once in a while, duh'
My cough sounded like a man who has done nothing but smoke all day and last night.
I coughed in my hands and looked in the mirror, 'okay what now?' i coughed again but this time when i coughed, i choked and could not breathe. I gasped for air and grabbed hold of the counter, almost knocking over the set of tooth brushes in the blue cup. Then i coughed like a dying man until i swallowed and it was gone. I walked to my father's room, my mom was in there too. I told my dad 'Pa, no puedo respirar' // Dad, I can't breathe // I grabbed the white pillow that was on the side of the bed, and i took a seat in the creamed colored bed. My father came to me and put his arm in my right shoulder, asking me if i were fine. I had put the pillows edge in my mouth, it seemed to calm my breathing. I coughed horribly again. My father told my mom to get a glass of water, quickly. She took her time since she assumed i was over exaggerating. My father yelled at her to hurry up but she yelled back saying it was just a coughed then right when she was coming up the stairs, i coughed again but this time i choked on my air and i kept on coughing again like a person who has been choking on rocks. My father saw this and kept yelling at my mom and snatched the cup of water out of her hand and gave it to me, i refused and coughed again. My father had enough. I took me to the emergency room. I hated it in there. I still had the pillow in my mouth. While i was waiting the TV was on the left of the room, i do not remember the show but i remembered the brown Cross hanging on a little further from the screen. Later, they took me in a little room where a blonde lady was there. She told me, "What is your name?" then i didn't say anything, which made my dad a bit angry but answered. She put me a wrist band on my right arm then asked, "Can you tell me from 1-10 the pain your feeling?" I couldn't breathe again and put up one finger as to say, 'Give me a minute' my father was getting a bit angry at me not talking but later took me and him to a room and waited a hell of a long time, i thought i was dying. I would still have the pillow in my mouth and i would get up to the sink that was in the left of me and take a sip or swish it in my mouth then spit, i did this so many times. I stopped after a while since my father had said "This might be a hospital but you don't know if that's clean water" Finally a blonde doctor came with an Asian male assistance. I don't remembered what they did but we waited some more until a bald young looking male assistance asked me to come to a room to do some x-rays. I walked with him and looked at the drawing in the walls. Then he took me to a dark room and asked me to put my pillow down in the counter, i hesitated a bit but did so anyway. I put my self in the x-ray wall that looked like a target instead but instead of red it was black with numbers and dots. Then he asked me to look to the right and i did. I waited for when he would say "Okay, done" but he stopped and looked at me, he said the, most horrible thing ever: "Can you take off your necklace please? It will get in the x-rays way" Have you ever had something, something that someone had given you hand you loved it so much you would never share it. But, this 'something' was a necklace ( I thought it was just a necklace before but later i found out a year later the whole thing was made of pure gold and it was worth a lot ) that my grandmother gave to me in my first communion. I pretended i didn't hear him but repeated. After a while of talking, i did. Slowly and painfully i took it off, it felt like my soul was missing. After he took the pictures and left to go see them, i ran to the counter and quickly put on my necklace. I sat on the edge of the corner and held the pillow tight to my chest. In my 3 years of having the necklace, i never took it off. Never....
I got an asthma inhaler
In the winter, it stopped and i learned how to control the thing in my throat
Until September 5 of 2014, it came back.
You might think "she's crazy" but the thing in my throat is called, Billy. My brother gave it to me somewhere in June 7-9 while we where going to Mexico in the car ride but was joking.
Billy had came back, a bit stronger. The same thing happened again, coughing, gasping for air, ect. My mom took me to my doctor but she was closed and she kept on calling and calling and i kept on choking on Billy. I scared my little sister to death. I told her "I love you so much". Then at one point i stopped breathing for like 10 seconds until i coughed out Billy, which was the size of 2 pieces of gum together. I thought it was over but nope. Then my mom took me to Walgreen, and it was 1:15 ish and the doctor said she will be back since she needs her lunch break since "Cause i have to eat too" and left. I hated her. We waited in our car until 1:45 and she took us in. Her hair reached into her shoulder shyly and it was blonde with a few brown strands. She looked to be 34. Her name was Gerry... okay. Then... something happened. She finally understood me.
She came me these pink pills that where the size of my thumb nail. And a nasal spray. I told her about the inhaler i had and told me "you don't need that since all the sickness is up here not down there where your lungs are" Then we did this thing where she shoved down a stick and swished it around my throat.
I hated HATED HATED HATED HATED HATED that so much.
They did that to me a year back with my doctor.
But Gerry was super nice about that she even let me try for myself i wanted too.
After that she wished me good luck and smiled.
I love that Doctor Gerry from Walgreen.
So i am in the car and take the medicine and i felt a hundred times better, no more smoke like coughing, no more gasping for air, no more felling like Billy was choking me, I was happy.
So right now, the next day, i feel better, though swallowing is a pain but all is good.
All is good.
I turn around and hear my father say, "Me and your older sister Brenda are going to IKEA, want to come?"
"No thanks dad," I scroll my journal entry up and down so he wont see my writing for dA, " But can you get the nails for my book case? It didn't come with it"
He took his brown shoe box that held his work and said " I'll see" and left my room that use to belong to him and had been the place where i almost choked in Billy.
I turn around and see my keyboard, i really want to play it but it's batteries are dead, something am glad am not.
I sigh and look at my inbox, so many messages no time at all. I just need to connect my old computer and finish all that work i owe to so many people.
I decide to go finish sewing my plush and finish this sentence with an . and closed my laptop and left.