As I lay here in bed, feeling cold and my breathing getting uneven, I could almost hear my dads voice Keep warm son. And then I thought of #Keron. I had never met or even known Keron, Juliana Kanyomozis son. But on learning of his untimely death I was suddenly drowned in many memories. Well. Thing is ... As an Asthma survivor I knew immediately what he went through. Ive had asthma for as far as my memory stretches. Its almost gone now but if you check my man bag, I still have my inhaler with me. Not only for me. But incase I meet another asthmatic getting an attack and they need one. Asthma attacks, for those who dont know, feel like someone is choking you. They are terrible. You can barely breathe. When I read Julianas story, I remembered my dad. He spent many nights up awake by side when I had attacks refusing to go to his bed until I had started breathing normally. There were also those bad nights when my breathing got so bad he would drive me to my doctors home. I recall this one time...I could barely breathe and dad bundled me into the car and we went to the doctors home. Dad left me in the car and was knocking wildly on the doctors gate. OPEN UP OPEN UP he was screaming uncontrollably. I didnt understand why my dad was so out of control. I remember waving at him. He came back to the car and in between choked breaths I was telling him Its okay. Im fine. I just want to sleep I didnt understand I was actually losing consciousness and how I could have lost my life. (Thanks Dad) Most recently also during #BigBrotherAfrica, I dont know if anyone recalls this. On my last day, a Sunday, I had woken up early and was seated alone in the living room of the Ruby house. Just smiling and talking to myself. What had happened, was that I had got a mini-attack earlier that morning and when you get an asthma attack, its always good to seat up right. So I went downstairs and sat down and just thought about life...smiling about how lucky I was to have made it into the #BBA house... until my breathing improved. To be honest, I smile alot and Im generally happy about life because of things like this. You know... Surviving asthma and all. I keep telling people...life is only as sad as you make it. If you are healthy, be happy. It doesnt really matter if you are broke or ugly or you have a phone that doesnt have whatsapp. If you are healthy...remember to be happy. Life can be alot worse...
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 03:28:18 +0000
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