It begins with a tickle at the very bottom of my throat. No. Not my throat. My esophagus. Wow, I really hate that word. It begins with a tickle at the bottom of my breathing pipe. Okay, not better but accurate enough. My breath gets shallow and I feel as if though I just might pass out if I close my eyes. I get shivers. And then the tickle makes its way up into the back of my throat. What’s that feeling? Do I need to throw up? No. It’s not coming from my stomach. It’s coming from right in the center of my body. I can’t sleep. I start pacing. Back and forth, what do I do.

“Breathe. Stop and just breathe. You’re okay.” It’s the only thing I can do at this moment. What feels like an eternity passes and it’s over. 

Photo by Shabu Anower on Unsplash

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