“Uhutttttt uhuttttttttt,” I tried to exclaim, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Couldn’t breath couldn’t think what to do next, run to mom, call 911. I quickly sprinted out of my bed like a bat out of hell. I ripped open the door as my parents screamed “,what the matter.” I could not reply. Both of my parents sprinted, thinking I was choking, my mother jumped behind me and tried to do the Heimlich Maneuver. Since I wasn’t really choking I began to slowly come back to myself as I caught my breath.
That moment had changed my life forever. It was, by far the scariest moment of my family’s life. Just the thought of ever choking again terrifies me and it also brings a pounding sensation to my heart. At the hospital, I found out I had pneumonia. I had choked because of all the phlegm. This is what I believe brought on the start of my trouble with eating. I began to go to doctors regularly to find out what had made me unable to swallow. Frequent hospital visits cost me a lot of school time and I saw my grades beginning to decline. This was especially detrimental because I was in my junior year, the most important year of schooling for college acceptance. I did my best to stay on track but drifted off as my medical problems became more severe. I began to have incidents when I would feel like I was choking, so my parents called the ambulance. All 15 times that I went to the hospital the doctors said I was fine.
Finally the doctors started to guess. First I had allergy tests, then I had pulmonology tests done, and finally gastroenterology tests. The pulmonology tests required six visits to Morristown Hospital to see if my problem was breathing related, such as asthma or something along those lines. Then we moved on to gastroenterologist. (Here is where my eating story started to unfold.) After many more choking relapses we had finally come to a conclusion, I had severe acid reflux. The