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i had the most terrifying asthma attack of my life on saturday night. i couldnt breathe and i was gasping and wheezing, scared shitless and crying my eyes out. henry had to rush me home because i had changed my bag that very morning and didnt have my rescue inhaler on me and then sean came with his nebulizer. it was terrifying and i felt dizzy and nauseous and have had a headache as well as terrible chest pains for two days now.
and to make matters worse, my mom and brother just made fun of me the whole time because i was so upset and that was making it worse, and said that it was my fault for not having my rescue inhaler on me. i went to my ent today and she told me that i just should have gone to the emergency room because people die of asthma attacks. i mean, obviously when you stop being able to breathe you die. like being choked to death by your own body.
this really really worries me because apparently problems like asthma that you have in your childhood are supposed to get better over time but i think this is getting worse.
and to make matters worse, my mom and brother just made fun of me the whole time because i was so upset and that was making it worse, and said that it was my fault for not having my rescue inhaler on me. i went to my ent today and she told me that i just should have gone to the emergency room because people die of asthma attacks. i mean, obviously when you stop being able to breathe you die. like being choked to death by your own body.
this really really worries me because apparently problems like asthma that you have in your childhood are supposed to get better over time but i think this is getting worse.