i woke up to my lungs burning.
it was something i haven't experience ever. i mean, i have. but the pain was unlike any other i have felt before.
it was like i was on fire.
it felt like my lungs were on fire.
i feel like i could die.
i sit up in my bed, one hand against my chest and one clutching my neck as i hunch over and cough over and over. i can't breathe. i can't breathe at all. i don't wanna die like this.
i turn around, my lungs burning even more, an smack the blue button on the wall.
Jenna always told me the blue button was for nurses and doctors only, because a blue button called for a code blue, an code blue usually meant somebody was dying. or dead. but i felt like i was dying, so maybe this was an ideal situation.
once i smacked the button i immediately fell back onto my bed. my coughing got even worse; my throat began to burn from straining it so much while coughing, and i felt like my head was going to explode from the migraine i had.
a alarm sounded outside my room, screaming to doctors around that something was extremely wrong with me. four nurses came in. two i didn't know, the other two being Jenna and Sarah.
Sarah rolled in a crash cart, and Jenna rolled in the computer from outside my room that contained the various papers and medicines that belong to my name.
my vision started to blur and i didn't know what was going on. i figured out that my vision started to fade due to lack of oxygen, so that wasn't good at all.
Jenna came over to the side of my bed and pressed a button that made my bed complete flat. she took the oxygen tubes out of my nose and placed a full mask over my face. i held the mask as close to my face as i possibly could, but i was aching for more.
i started to cry, afraid that this was the end of the road for me. i just started treatment, i just met someone who actually understands what i'm going through, and i can't leave my mother alone. i can't do this to her.
i tried to sit up, only to have Jenna push me right back down. she kept her hand on my chest, and i tried to swat it away since it made my pain worse.
"Tyler sweetie, can you tell me what's wrong?" Jenna looked at me sternly, she wanted an answer at this very moment, even though i couldn't breathe. she took off her stethoscope and listened to my heart. she muttered something i couldn't make out, but i heard Sarah say "good", so maybe that means my heart is fine.
i pulled my mask off a bit, making me cough once again. i reach over an firmly grasp Jenna's wrist, making her head snap towards me.
"i c-can't," i can barely finish my sentence, coughing so much in between every word i say, "b-breathe. my l-lungs are b-burning."
i snap my mask back against my face, taking deep breaths of oxygen, even though it hurts my lungs more.
Jenna put her stethoscope against my back, listening to my lungs.
"jesus christ, Sarah we need to get him upstairs right now."
i shoot my eyes up at Jenna, reaching up an grabbing at her shirt. she sees the concern and confusion in my eyes; she pulls up the rails on the sides of my bed and hooks my IV stand onto the back of my bed. Sarah kicks the breaks on the bed wheels, rolling me out of my room and into the hallway.
"Tyler honey," Jenna looks down and rubs my cheek, "we're taking you to surgery, you have fluid around your lungs. we need to get it out so you can feel better."
