Have you ever felt like you'd die in the next minute? When I woke up this morning, I couldn't breathe.
I've been sick for three weeks. My parents tell me it's because I don't sleep enough, leaving me with a weak immune system. Last night I had several coughing fits, and I felt like all my entrails would come pouring out of my mouth.
This morning I couldn't breathe. The moment I sat up, I realized all my airways were blocked. I couldn't breathe through my nose, and when I tried with my mouth, I only managed to make a few strangled squeals. I felt like something was blocked in my throat, and I felt like vomiting and coughing at the same time. This lasted for nearly a minute, and I really thought I was going to suffocate. When I could finally (somewhat) breathe again, it was quick and irregular, accompanied by a high pitched screeching from my throat. I'm kind of scared to go back to sleep now... afraid that the next time I wake up, I won't be able to breathe again.
On a brighter note, Bob and Vicky took me out for lunch yesterday to show their appreciation. We had lunch in a restaurant at the American Club; we shared a spicy salame pizza, and I had a lasagne and a mango pudding for dessert. At about 2 o'clock, we went back to work again.
Bob asked me if I had written any stories, and if I was interested in writing one for an elementary textbook. Of course, I said I'd be thrilled to. If this really works out, Eugene has agreed to do the illustrations. I'm really eager to start working on this, although I'd probably need to request for a visit to the elementary classes to find out what kind of things children like to read about.
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