Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Learning to Breathe :: Personal Narrative Breathing Medical Papers
Learning to Breathe Up until a few years ago, I used to think it was silly when I would complain to someone about something trivial and they would say to me, ââ¬Å"At least you have your healthâ⬠--as if that were supposed to be some kind of consolation. I guess I thought Iââ¬â¢d always be healthy and besides, at eighteen years old, you donââ¬â¢t really consider or plan around it when looking at your future. Thereââ¬â¢s school, love life, social life, and workââ¬âno room for bad health, really. I had always just considered my health to be somewhere ticking along in the background, until I reached the magical age of forty, when it would totally fail and I would start to experience all those awful things that happen to you when you get ââ¬Å"oldâ⬠. Iââ¬â¢m trying to say that I pretty much took my health for granted. My life felt perfect at the time. It was a few weeks before Christmas of my freshman year in college. I had a wonderful boyfriend, tolerable job, only tw o finals left to take, and all of my Christmas shopping done. Breathing was pretty much the last thing on my mindâ⬠¦until that snowy night in December. It was a night that started like any other night. My department store job at Sears left much to be desired, but the pay was alright. As expected for an evening in a mall during the Christmas season, the store was like a madhouse and the customers behaved as though they should be committed to one. Around seven p.m., I got a bit overwhelmed with all the festivities, so I found a quiet corner in the back of my department, sat down in the floor, and began to fold sweaters. I folded for what seemed like forever. As I kept leaning over to place sweaters on the display, I found it was becoming harder and harder to move my right arm. I mostly ignored this, chalking it up to zero sleep and long hours at work, until I happened to look up and see that all the clothing in the store had become one big blur. Wow, I thought to myself, I must be really tired. I blinked and decided to take a break.
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