The Normal Side of the Looking Glass

I've had a week that's been totally loaded with assignments.
And to top it all off I've been sick on and off again. I hate being so sickly,
I can't concentrate fully on things that I NEED TO DO. Curses!

I was supposed to give a report today on ORGACOM, but thanks to my asthma,
I felt like I was about to die from lack of oxygen just walking down the stairs.
Call me melodramatic, but any asthmatic person would concur would me.
 
If you had ever come close to drowning, or just dived into a pool, and realized that
you fell in too deep, and tried to rush out to the surface while you felt your throat constricting
and your lungs begging for oxygen, knowing you had to make it to the surface quickly, because
you desperately wanted to breathe, that's what asthma is like.

But its much much worse, cause you're not in a pool, you're not underwater,
yet you still strain to gasp for air. I hate that feeling SOOOOOOOO much.

I was on my way to school, forcing myself to breathe in and out cause didn't want to miss my classes.
It was a vain effort, and as I continued to walk I felt myself shaking, my chest painful, and I was desperate
for some relief. When I arrived at school I just sat in one of the chairs, wanting to cry because I couldn't breathe anymore. I texted my mom.

"Mama, I can't breathe. Ask the driver to pick me up from school na. I can't move."

She replied

"Ok, Mang Celin is on the way. Go to the clinic first."

Just like that. I felt relieved in a way. So I headed to the clinic. Thank God they had a nebulizer.
Actually I've mistrusted school clinics ever since I had a similar episode in high school. My old school
 clinic didn't have one so they just sent me home. Nightmare. 

Which is why I texted my mom right away.

Mang Celin came 2 and a half hours later. I could partly breathe already, but I still had wheezes. I went home like a sick little child, carrying prescriptions with three types of medications. Bummer.