All of a sudden my lungs began to tighten and my legs started to shake. I stop to catch my breath but couldn’t; at that moment I knew I was having an asthma attack. This event happened on a warm sunny day in 6th grade, at Pronghorn elementary school. On that day I learned many lessons, but none as important as what my body’s limitations are. My Wellness teacher took us outside to the soccer field between the playground and a distal row of trees that the school called “The forest gardens”. I could see the grass was still wet from this morning rain and a worn path around the soccer field. My teacher told us to run 7 laps( which is equal to 1 mile) and “NO walking or you will have to do it over!”. “Go”; she said firmly. All the students dashed …show more content…
I started to get cramps in my sides. Than my lungs began to tighten. It felt like the air was being squeezed out of me. I stopped at the 6 and a half lap mark; It was hard even to stand now. Hands on my knees and gasping for air; but little to no success. I could no longer stand and I fell in my knee. I ask the teacher if could go to the nurse. She said “yes but when you return you have to do the lap over and you must run not jog. And Nicole, this better not happen again.” I summon all of my remaining strength and walk to the door. When I reach the nurse’s office I sat down on a cot cover with grey leather. The nurse handed me my inhaler, I took a couple pouffs. She told me that my wellness teacher thinks kids these days don’t get enough discipline and exercise. She hates the idea of sending kids to the nurse because she thinks it’s an excuse to get out of exercising. I told her that I thought she was more like an army sergeant then a teacher. “She is sort of like that isnt she.” said the nurse. Than the bell ring, meaning it was time to go back to home room. That day I learn my lungs limits and not to push them. Because of that day I no longer run unless absolutely necessary. In other words no running equal less chance of getting an asthma
Watch out!" His pupils shrunk as he suddenly felt an immense pressure like an invisble hand choking him. His chest became incredibly heavy, and blood started to bubble up his throat with every breath he took, it felt as if he were exhausting every bit of energy in his
During my senior year, there was a new sport being introduce to my school. The ladies’ soccer coach, Mrs. Taft decided to start a cross country team. I knew this was nothing compared to my evening jogs at home, so I was not so sure if I was willing to try out for the team. I knew a majority of the soccer players would participate, and I knew I did not have as much potential as they did.
Reporters, flocking around me, all my eyes could see were the staggering number of camera flashes and the reporters repeatedly asking the same question, “Hicham, how did you manage to smash the last world record by nearly 20 seconds?” Still being out of breath from the race my lungs could not manage to gather the air needed to answer the question that required a long explanation. Soon after, one of my coaches grabbed me what seemed like my 10th water, my brain descended from the notorious runner's high after taking a long sip of water. Knowing the reporter’s apprehension, I started explaining to the various reporters what exactly happened during the historic race I ran a mere 10 minutes ago. As I spoke all of the reporters from the many news stations leaned their microphones in so they could all hear what exactly happened during the historic 1-mile race starting the race in the middle of the pack was my original plan which my body carried out throughout the beginning of the race.
As soon as I scraped my sweaty hands into the dirt and pulled myself up to go face my team a startling realization occurred to me. This loss, this heart-shattering defeat, was the ultimate test. Would I let it pull me down, or would I struggle to my feet and come back even stronger? After all, running must mean something to me if this failure hurt so tremendously, I thought.
PM2.5 isn’t a large factor that affects asthma. As shown is Figure 2, asthma and PM2.5 rates have opposite trend lines. Levels of PM2.5 are very high in Midtown East, yet asthma rates are significantly lower when compared to the other neighborhoods. This is seen again in Central Harlem
Imagine walking into school on test day. You’ve spent the whole school year preparing for this exam; one exam that will determine whether or not you can move forward with your life. The stakes are high, and the stress is even higher. The closer the time gets to the beginning of the test, the heavier your chest becomes. You find yourself gasping for air, as though you can’t get any oxygen into your lungs; you’re drowning.
Rheumatic Fever is the complication of untreated strep throat and has long been eradicated ever since World War I. Of course it was my luck, or there lack of, to be diagnosed with such an illness. This would prove to be one of the hardest things for me to triumph on my journey through life.
My chest is pumping faster as the red hand on the clock ticks then my body starts shaking. My vision is now blurry. Feeling as if I was trapped inside a plastic bag. I heard my brother calling for help. Even though it felt like an eternity, it was only a few minutes before I was on a nebulizer.
“Get out of here, now!” yelled the nurse. Elizabeth kneeled down and started begging. “Please, my mother is dying. She can’t even talk now.” “Well, I am very sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do.” snapped the nurse with a stern face.
The nurse drew up the medication and gave me an injection. I over heard her talking to another nurse saying I almost gave her too much medication. That could have been my last visit to the emergency room but I guess the Lord saw fit to keep me here.
At the time I was 9 years old, I know what you may be thinking how does a 9-year-old get pneumonia, well the week before my family and I went to manhattan on new years eve we hade to wait a very long time in the freezing cold causing me to get the flu, but my state worsened as the days went on I ignored my symptoms and did not rest or take medicine and take very cold showers. On the
When I made it to the school nurse, I took a seat. I still had tears running down my face, and over the intercom I could hear Mr. Wiley tell my sister to come to the nurse’s office. Next thing I knew I heard a knock on the door, and my sister walked in. She saw my arm and put her hands over her mouth. She came and sat with me while the nurse gave me an ice pack.
The older lady at the font desk, she was sweet as chocolate told us to go sit and wait for my name to be called. Out of no I had heard a soft voice call my name “James Sanchez” I looked up and it was a nurse. I hobbled to where she was standing. She had some questions to ask like “whats your age” and on a scale of 1-10 how bad is your pain”? I told her my pain level was at an 8, even though I and no clue what had happen to my knee.
Every night I lay in my bed, I have all these thoughts that swirl in my head. Of a complex set of fictional events that eventually lead to my utterly tragic death. And from there? ..
I was ready to play soccer with my team during PE and dashed right out the locker rooms. I was ready to hear Mr. Orluck’s loud voice to tell us to go to the soccer field so that I could bolt out to there and get to talk to all my friends. My heart was rushing and my legs were shaking with excitement to run to be the goalie of my team. I went and gave my attention back to Mr. Orluck to give us the signal to go straight out there. “Let’s go!