My brother has had Asthma since he was really little. He's only been in the hospital twice for it...when they diognosed him with it, and when he had a bad attack. This time, it was his worst attack ever that did it. Today, 2/18/09, I woke up to find my mom gone, my brother, Preston, gone, and my dad telling me I was staying home because he was already in the hospital. They say it's really bad this time.
When I talked to my mom again, she said they had knocked him out so that they could put tubes down his throat. My dad is gonna come home, so that I can go to school tomorrow. My mom is gonna stay with him. I wish I could be there. Or at least see him once. But, since I have a cold, they don't want him to get any worse. He has a cold....that was messing with his asthma.
When I talked to my mom again, she said they had knocked him out so that they could put tubes down his throat. My dad is gonna come home, so that I can go to school tomorrow. My mom is gonna stay with him. I wish I could be there. Or at least see him once. But, since I have a cold, they don't want him to get any worse. He has a cold....that was messing with his asthma.
Sky
THIS PICTURE IS FROM LAST TIME HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL
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