Weekly Writing Challenge: The irony of it all

The wheeze came again. Jackie felt in her handbag. How could she have forgotten it.  She always carried it with her. The Ventolin puffer wasn’t there.

“Mum we have to go. I need my puffer.” It was a fantastic excuse to leave her parents home. She’d known it would be difficult. Introducing a new boyfriend and telling them that she was going to move in with him in one breath was never going to be easy. Now she had an out. There were advantages to having asthma sometimes. She wheezed a few more times for good measure as she backed out the door pulling her boyfriend along with her. She knew the next drama would be when they saw her getting on the back of a motorbike.

Her mother was already protesting but she had her helmet on and they were off. Speeding they made their way over the Sydney Harbour Bridge on their journey to their home in Balmain. She snuggled into his back, the wheeze no longer audible. Suddenly behind them they heard a siren and turning she saw the blue flashing lights indicating they were to pull over.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered “I’ll fix it.” She started wheezing.

“He was only” she wheezed “speeding because I need my ventolin urgently.”  She stared pleadingly at the police officer. “I have to get home.”

“Get in the car. You follow but don’t speed. We’ll take her to Sydney hospital.” She got in the car. The wheezes now were genuine and she started to struggle for breath. The sirens were on again and they travelled at great speed arriving quickly at their destination. The medical team was waiting. Doctors listened to her chest, noting the lack of air movement, intravenous drips were inserted, medication began. The nurse started giving an injection of aminophylline. Jackie, a nurse herself, knew the nurse was giving it far too quickly but her lack of breath prevented her from protesting. She tried to call out but the words wouldn’t come. She sank back in the bed as though she was part of it. Unable to move she saw her body  as she floated above it watching the  panic as realisation came to the medics that no longer was she breathing.

“Adrenaline!” one doctor yelled. Despite the lack of harmony in the workers their efforts successfully resuscitated  her. Now with a tube down her throat to aid her breathing the staff allowed her boyfriend in to see her.

He squeezed her hand. “They let me off. Great job. If I’d got fined this time I would have lost my license.”

 

In response to the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge  Oh the Irony

<a href=”http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/”>Oh, The Irony</a>

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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23 Responses to Weekly Writing Challenge: The irony of it all

  1. M-R says:

    LOVE it ! – selfishness all ’round …
    Really good one, Irene ! 😀

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  2. Eeegad,,,sounds like someone I would marry!

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  3. TanGental says:

    Be careful what you wish for. Love the twist even if I cringe at the needles. Thanks for a perked-upper first thing in the morning

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  4. Sherri says:

    Oh the irony indeed…great story and loved the twist Irene. Glad it all worked out in the end…with lots of drama thrown in the mix. My kind of story 😉

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  5. Great twist! Lies leading to lies leading to…

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  6. Lisa Reiter says:

    Serves them right. I wonder if someone real inspired it?!

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    I got all caught up in the drama (you wrote the emergency tensions well) and then realized what a cad the boyfriend is! Great irony!

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  8. O_o I had asthma–really bad asthma–for many years. I’m sweating just from reading this. Good stuff though. It’s great when you can create a character readers love to hate.

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  9. joannesisco says:

    Yikes – I actually found myself holding my breath and starting to get a bit breathless towards the end!! Great story 🙂

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  10. ChristineR says:

    Terrific story, Irene, loved the ending.

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