Last November, my husband had to take me to the ER at 1:30 in the morning because I was having difficulty breathing. Getting up the ramp to the doors sucked away what was left of my breath. I entered, saying with the absolute last bits of oxygen, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe!!!"
They moved fast and got me taken care of. One of them told my husband I'd have been dead in about a half hour if he hadn't brought me in when he did. (Heart arrhythmia/afibrillation leading to pulmonary edema - tons of fun, really). But all I could say was "I can't breathe."
All the nurses moved like lightning when they heard me say it.
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They moved fast and got me taken care of. One of them told my husband I'd have been dead in about a half hour if he hadn't brought me in when he did. (Heart arrhythmia/afibrillation leading to pulmonary edema - tons of fun, really). But all I could say was "I can't breathe."
All the nurses moved like lightning when they heard me say it.