Hello everyone, it’s that time of the week again. I hope everyone’s week is going well so far. I am trying to keep true to posting something new every week. I’ve been working on a personal essay that explores my latest troubles with asthma. I started it earlier this year, but haven’t had time to get back to it. It’s far from completion, but I just wanted to share a little snippet of it. I hope you all enjoy what I have so far.
I am in a constant battle with an elephant. It is a matter of life and death. I hate when the moment comes because as of this current moment, not even half the year, I’m 0-6. This saddens me because last year, and I mean the whole year, I was 0-5. 0-6. 0-6 and I haven’t even made it to 6 months yet.
I remember my last attack. There I was, just sitting at my desk, when yet again I felt the tightness in my chest—the elephant slowly shifting its weight on me. I took out my rescue inhaler and took two quick puffs.
“Not this time,” I whispered to my imaginary elephant.
I felt the pressure let up a little. The elephant stared at me and I stared back. The score board stood off to the side—anxiously waiting to put up a point. I continue to sit at my desk and work. About 20 minutes later the pressure in my chest began to tighten again. I grab for my inhaler again and hoped that these two puffs will permanently keep the elephant away. I again proceed with work—determined not to lose this round.
“How’s it going back here?” my supervisor asked as she checked on me for the 3rd time in the last 15 minutes.
“I’m ok,” I could see the look of concern on her face. I couldn’t blame her. I had just had an asthma attack there only two weeks ago.
This is all that I can share right now. I hope the rest of your week goes well. Until next time everyone!
As always, stay inspired and uplifted.