Saturday, June 1, 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, At least you have your health--as if that were supposed to be some kind of consolation. I mean I thought Id always be healthy and besides, at eighteen years old, you dont re everyy consider or plan around it when looking at your future. Theres school, love life, social life, and workno room for bad health, re whollyy. I had always retributory considered my health to be somewhere ticking along in the background, until I reached the magical age of forty, when it would tot bothy fail and I would start to experience all those awful things that happen to you when you get old. Im trying to say that I pretty much took my health for granted. My life felt perfect tense at the time. It was a few weeks before Christmas of my freshman year in college. I had a wonderful boyfriend, tolerable job, only two finals left to take, an d all of my Christmas shopping done. Breathing was pretty much the last thing on my minduntil that snowy night in December. It was a night that started like every 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 astronomical blur. Wow, I thought to myself, I must be really tired. I blinked and decided to take a break.

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