asthma - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
For some people asthma isn't that bad, it's inconvenient, but if they leave their inhaler at home it doesn't matter all that much. But it if Sarah left her inhaler at home someone would wind up calling her an ambulance. Once she realised she had left it behind she began to panic, then the wheezing would start and she felt like she was trying to breathe through a plastic bag. Since the last trip to the emergency room her mother had attached a spare inhaler to a string and knotted it firmly to the belt loops of her whatever jeans she planned to wear the next day.
I'm surrounded by air but none of it is doing me any good. It's like someone put a bag over my head. As I fight to get the air in my body works against me, closing off the airways I need. I feel like there's a ten pound weight on my chest and it's all my intercostal muscles can do to strain against it. But how long can they keep it up for? How long can I keep it up for? I stumble to the porch for my jacket and scramble for the inhaler. Just closing my hand around it's cool plastic is hard, my primitive brain is in full panic mode, my higher brain knows that the drug will help. I take a puff and hold it in, then another. As I slide down the wall to my back-side I reach for my phone and press speed dial. Even if I can't talk much I know Mom will be here in 10 minutes. I don't know how she does it but she always does.
It feels as if my lungs aren't there as I try to bring air in. I can feel my muscles straining and the thoughts in my head turn from fear to a dizzy confusion. I reach for my inhaler and find it there, in the pocket I always keep it in, always ready to open me up, to allow the air to flood in, letting my medicine attack the asthma.