Tissue & Me

What…a…night!

I went to bed early because I wasn’t feeling well. I made sure that everything was in place: tissue above my pillow, tall trash can beside my bed, Chapstick underneath my pillow (yes, Chapstick. My lips get dry when I breathe through my mouth), curtains closed, and all lights off. Instead of resting comfortably, I tossed and turned in bed for hours and was awakened by my sheets and pajamas being soaked with sweat. I was uncomfortable in my wet pajamas and realized that I was having a very difficult time breathing. I was not able to breathe through my nose. Both nostrils were blocked and breathing through my mouth was hard. I ran to the medicine cabinet and rummaged for any allergy pill I could find. I found something, but I had no clue what it was; I just wanted to breathe! I put the pill in my mouth–not being concerned with anything to drink. I couldn’t swallow the pill because I couldn’t bring in enough air to take a gulp. I was going to drive myself to the emergency room but it started getting hazy from the lack of oxygen. I was panicking. I ran to find help. I found my mom and she just blankly stared at me in silence and did nothing because I always had allergic reactions. She figured that it would just pass as it always does. This time it didn’t. I found my dad, who was outside late at night working in the yard, and motioned for him to call The Wagon (that means to call 911 for an ambulance). He was silent. I went down the steps to get into the car to drive myself to the emergency room as I had originally planned. As I was going down the steps nighttime got darker…

When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was all a dream.

A recurring dream.

A recurring dream that I am subject to when I have a flare up. I have invested in a breathing aid when my nostrils are blocked (SleepRight Intra-Nasal Breathe Aids). I have not tried them yet; hopefully I will not have to. Let me know your experience.