Tuesday, August 17, 2010


Boy do I have a story to tell you. It's one of those believe it or not things, only this is for real and it happened to me.

You almost lost Me a few weeks ago. I almost bit the dust and died. What a hell of a scary moment that was. Let me tell you the crazy kind of luck that I have.

My son and I are both out in our yards at the same time, early evening and we are just making idol chitchat about how extra hot it seems to be this summer no air circulating and that kind of conversation.
There has been no wind blowing at all lately, suddenly one big gust of air came flying bye from behind me hit me in the back and past by my son and as quickly as it came it just disappeared and all was very still again.
However sometimes that's a sign that there is more to come. So I told my son, I think I'm going to run in the house, there might be a storm brewing and I want to be inside before it hits.

Unfortunately I tend to breath more through my mouth then through my nose, so I turned to run the few feet to my house and another big gust of wind came flying through my yard from the same direction but since I had turned around it hit me in the face and in my big fat mouth that air went and down my throat and immediately I felt some trouble breathing.

I ran in the house gasping for air and ran to the kitchen thinking drinking some water would clear my throat. But it didn't, in fact I stopped being able to swallow the water and my breathing became more and more shallow and then it stopped. Just like that I couldn't breath any more.

My daughter hit the phone and the ambulance attendance were running into the kitchen with some sort of breathing equipment, I swear, she called and they were here it seemed like no more then two minutes, they must have been right up the street. It's a good thing too because I was going down, it was like when you hold your breathe for as long as you can and you just have to give up and stop holding your breathe and breath, but I couldn't breath. It had stopped completely

In my head I had made my peace with God and told him I was ready. God must not of thought I was ready (or maybe that's not where I'm suppose to go ha, ha), because the next thing I know the emergency tech shoves this big tube of white wonderful feeling steam in my mouth, they made me keep it in my mouth for almost an hour, tell they were sure I could breath on my own. I had been struggling so, that I didn't even know that when the ambulance pulled up in my yard my son and my daughter-in-law ran to my house and they were sitting in the living room watching all of this go on.

The next morning I started to go out the door to check my mailbox and my grandson yanked me away from the door and held me captive. I asked him what the heck he was doing and he told me I couldn't go outside anymore. I said for the rest of my life? He said yes. I told him that if I have to stay in the house for the rest of my life just shoot me now, you know I'm an outdoor person, I said as I shoved him aside going out of the door.

I am still breathing on my own, but my throat still fells like the left side of my throat is still some what swollen or partly closed, it feels like there is something stuck in it. It's still a little difficult to swallow but I'm coping for now. My doctor had me on antibiotics but she has gone on vacation and I've run out of them, yet still not well.
It really is worrisome feeling like you have some object blocking half of your throat, it's very uncomfortable. Not to mention I have to chew and chew and chew and swallow very, very, slowly and carefully.

I don't know how long it's going to take before this condition gets completely well, but I sure am ready to be well.

I have learned one thing from this experience and you can quote me on this.
If you can't breath through your nose, you can still breath through your mouth, but if you can't breath through your mouth


Words of Wisdom from EXSENO.

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