The number one problem for kids these days. For the ones who are suffering from it. For those who do not know about it; let me elaborate. An asthmatic when he goes out walking in the rain comes back on a stretcher. Because the pollen suspended in the air crashes on to the ground thereby spreading their deadly love.
So you're fast asleep and suddenly you wake up with a jerk and experience shortness of breath; as if someone has grabbed you by the neck and is slowly crushing your chest with a steel clamp. And then you realize there's no one around and you cannot even scream out for help.
Because you're still choking for breath you grope in the dark under the pillow, your night table but you still can't find 'Ms. Hide and seek' the inhaler. You realize in your frantic search that you had heard a thunk of a sound a while back. You fall out of bed, nay come out, fall out because you can't breathe, remember. You need to breathe to stand and walk and do stuff. So you're lying on floor of your bedroom, nobody knows what is going on in your room because you can neither scream, walk or do anything to warn anyone about your condition. So in true action hero style, you crawl on your elbows under the bed in search of your lifesaver.
You can feel the veins popping in your neck and back from the extreme effort it requires to just bend over or move your arm. You grope, swipe your hand under the bed; you feel something. Instead of recoiling your hand back in disgust, you crush it with your open palm and continue with your search and then you finally find it. You bring it out and you see a small mass of something sticky and gooey stuck on your hand. Like a crazed demonic man on a mission possessed with some unholy knowledge you simply look at it as an inconvenience; and with the impatient eagerness of a junkie who hasn't had his hit in a week, you with trembling hands slowly, almost reverently bring the inhaler to your mouth and press the canister. Nothing! You try again. Nothing! It's empty. Gradually the blood in your eyes starts to boil; for not buying a fresh inhaler last night when ami had told you so. You have nobody to blame but yourself so you go back to your bed trying hard to hold in your breath for as long as possible in the fools hope of opening up the blocked air passages; but all it does is get you more tired and with the lack of oxygen circulating in your brain you half faint into a fitful coughing sleep.
Early next morning, you wake up with a start and feeling as if you're breathing through a hair widths' windpipe. And last night so many blood vessels had been popping that now the only thing popping out of desperation is your heart. With the blocked air passages its having a hard time supplying oxygen to the legs, back and the all important organ, the brain. You force yourself to fall so you can feel some form of outer physical pain and just for a moment forget the lack of oxygen induced pain running through your entire body.
You feel relaxed for a second. Now is your chance. You crawl, scramble to your feet; lurch at the door and reeling and wheeling like a drunk out partying all night, try to find your mother or anyone at that moment who can take you to the hospital.
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