This isn’t going to be easy for me to write, because I’m going to try and relate to you exactly what happened to me as the Laryngospasm happened.
I’ve got to be honest, I’m not looking forward to reliving this horrendous episode.
For the sake of passing on information that may just help someone else, I know I must try.
So here goes.
I was on my own in our home on a summers evening about 15 years ago, when I decided to get my self a bit of pomegranate. This was not something I was used to eating and I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the process. After getting it out of the fridge, I stood with it over the kitchen sink, in case it was very juicy and made a mess. I didn’t stop to think as I lifted my head back to let the juice run into my mouth. Seconds after a ‘drop’ of juice caught the back of my throat, I gulped and breathed...but I couldn’t. I tried and tried again, but there was NO air getting past my throat. Obviously at the time I didn’t understand that my throat had actually completely closed, stopping any air from allowing me to breath.
Within seconds I was panicking, and that’s when I ran for our front door.
MS or no MS ...I ran!
I opened the door and knelt down on the door step. I was on my hands and knees trying desperately to get some air, but I couldn’t.
I WAS TERRIFiED!
Me running for the door - apparently my flight fight response kicking in.
I wanted air and the obvious place in my terrified state was the air outside.
Perhaps my brain thought there was no air inside our house?
Now if you haven’t read my first book your not going to know that I’m clairaudient. In other words I hear Spirit voices and no, I’m not crazy. (Read my story).
I may have been all alone, but my father was a by my side within seconds, trying to calm me down. His voice was very loud and very clear.
“Calm down Isabella, calm down. You must calm down.”
And he kept repeating those words to me in a very loud voice. He also kept telling me that I would alright.
But I couldn’t calm down. I was desperately trying to force air into my throat and it wasn’t working. I honestly thought I was going to die. Please remember, I had no idea what was happening to me.
As I was desperately trying to breath, I could hear the most horrendous noise. It sounded as if a wild animal was being skinned alive. I even looked around into the garden trying to see if I could see anything that was being hurt through the darkness.
A high pitched screaching noise....and then I realise it was ME making the noise.
This apparently is what is called a Strider.
Dad must have somehow worked his magic for the umpteenth time, because somehow I did begin to calm down and I started to be able to breath again.
I was shaking like a leaf when the episode was over, I felt like a wet rag. I was absolutely exhausted and very weepy.
This is without doubt the most frightening thing that has ever happened to me.
We instinctively breath in air without thinking, it’s second nature to us.
So when that supply is cut off...Trust me....it is frightening beyond words.
I hope and pray it never happens to you.
Ok! I’ve managed to tell you my storey.
Has it happened to me again.
Yes...but not quite as bad.
It happens without a doubt when I’m stressed or very tired.
I have had a lot of near misses over the past fifteen years.
The fact I now know what is happening is a great help.
And, knowing what to do when it starts, is also a great help.
For give me, I’m exhausted now.
I’ll give you all the tips I know to try and stop a full blown episode from occurring, another day.