Because I panic! In times of chaos/emergency, I am like a mad woman. Last night, I was getting ready for bed and was changing into my pajamas. I had literally just taken off my shirt and was searching for my sleeping shirt (which was in the midst of my very messy room) when I all of a sudden heard Xalba dying. At first I though he was just choking but after a few seconds it got worst and it sounded like he was having a hard time breathing.
I, of course, panicked and didn’t know what to do. I knew I had to get out there and maybe do the Heimlich maneuver or CPR, neither of which I know how to do. But I also knew I couldn’t go out there topless. Because I was panicking so much, it took me a few seconds to get my shirt back on. I was like a two year old who didn’t know how to freaking dress herself!
When my arms finally started working, got my shirt on, and I finally got out of my room, poor Xalba was sitting up on his bed trying to breathe. I asked him if he was okay and he could barely talk. Slowly he caught up with his breath. He wasn’t sure what happened and it was the first time its ever happened to him. He said he had been sleeping for about thirty minutes when he all of a sudden woke up and couldn’t breathe. Scary!
It totally freaked me out. This is when I wish I wasn’t in the dumb biology in high school and I was a doctor or a nurse or someone knowledgeable of emergency situations. But then, all my patients would probably die…
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so you never really ended the story...i'm guessing he didn't die, but what ended up happening?
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