I Heart A Good Teacher

(I am in art class. I have been having strange chest pains in the heart region lately, but after a while they would stop. I don’t know what is wrong with me; I just know the pain makes it hurt to even breathe. I have just had another pain attack. This one the worst I’ve ever had.)

Friend: “[My Name], are you okay?”

Me: *curling up a little and applying pressure to my chest* “No. My chest hurts again.”

(At this point I am almost in tears. My friend notifies the teacher and she calls the nurse. Not wanting to cause a scene I try to tell them I’ll be fine after some time, but they don’t want to take any risks so the teacher tells a nurse to come down.)

Me: “I can just walk. It’s fine.”

Teacher: “I don’t want you passing out while walking down there. She’ll be here soon. Do you need water or anything?”

Me: “No, I’ll be fine.”

(I let it go, thinking that the nurse will just walk down with me. However she comes in with a wheelchair.)

Me: “I really don’t need that!”

Nurse: “Don’t worry. We like to do things in style here.”

(I decided to get on anyway, as the pain still hadn’t let up. I went to the nurse’s office and she asked me questions. I did my best to answer them and then she called my mom while letting me lay down to rest. The nurse was really great and helpful. I’m honestly not sure if I would have made it to the nurse’s office if I had walked. When I went to the doctor I found out it wasn’t my heart, but an inflamed lung. I’m really grateful for the teacher and nurse taking the time to make sure I was fine, despite one kid protesting that I was just doing it for attention.)