Try being me today. And I have gotten really bad cramps before, to the point where I was squeezing someones hand and squatting every 5 seconds, but this one takes the cake. It really does. Morning: In a rush, too much to do in such little time, so I only ate a cereal bar for breakfast. 3rd period: Gym time. A few minutes after the bell rang for 3rd period to begin, I went to the bathroom and low and behold was Aunt Flo. She wasn't very bad, so I cleaned her up a bit and padded her. And I thought to myself, "What's the worst we could do in gym today?" Wow, was I ever so wrong. It wasn't the mile, but we ran the pacer things today. The pacer, for those who do not know, is a test. The teacher plays a tape, and we have to run from point A to point B, about 20 meters, before we hear the beep. As the laps increase, so does the pace of the beeps. I ran 22 pacers then dropped out and sat on the floor. And then the pain, the gut wrenching pain, started formulating. It didn't come on as much in the beginning, but it slowly started to increase. I started panting. My friend, Shawn, didn't really even notice, or he didn't want to. So I called out, "Shawn, could you get Ms. ____?" Agreeing, he walked over to her. By this time I'm panting, I feel like my lower area is burning on fire, and I start breaking out into violent sweat. The teacher came over and asked me what's wrong. I gave her a look and she understood then. She asked if I had any medication for it. I did, but it was in my locker. So she asked if I wanted to go get it, and I said sure. I stood up, walked a step, and stopped. The room was spinning, and I felt really dizzy. It felt like it did right before I blacked out one night. I was scared, so I sat down, barely able to even see right. Breathing was getting harder, almost like my throat was closing up, and the sweating and burning raged on. I'm going to die, I thought to myself as I practically crawled out of the way of the lockerroom. The gym teacher went to get the nurse, and the assistant gym teacher, who was female, was there next to me. I asked if I could lay down, and she said I should really be sitting up with my back against something. So I crawled over to the wall, and then I realized it hurt worst when I moved. About two minutes later, I see my gym teacher, the nurse, and another lady pushing a blue wheelchair. The nurse, smiling, said hi to me. I guess she was trying to help me get my mind off of it or something, because she sounded really calm when I felt like I was dying. She asked me what had been wrong, and I gave her the story. So she told me to get in the wheelchair. But I couldn't move. So I told her I couldn't get up. My hands were literally shaking out of control. She backed the wheelchair up, and I lifted myself just enough to get in it. I must have looked really odd, shaking and breathing hard and wincing being wheeled out of the gym. When we got into the hallway, my throat opened up more and I could breathe easier. But it didn't stop the horrible pain coming from inside me. Once we were wheeled inside the nurses' office, she offered me the cot (small bed) and I had to crawl out of my wheelchair to finally thrust myself up on it. Laying back-up on the small cot, I silenced when some of the pain temporarily went away for two seconds, then came rushing back. From the other room, I heard muffled talk about my parents and how they weren't picking up their phones. The nurse came in and asked about my grandparents and if they might pick up. I didn't really want to talk, because I was focused on keeping a calm breathing pattern, but I said maybe. None of them did. The nurse then walked back in with a blood pressure measurer. She asked if I could roll over so she could see my arm. I didn't want to move, so I asked if she could use the arm hanging off the bed (how typical of me). But she said she had to use my right arm, so I winced again as I rolled over. Once she was done with that, I was able to lay there and rest. She turned the light out, and I just kinda dozed for a few minutes. A whiles later, she called my name she said that my mom had called back and would pick me up. As I had rested, the pain slowly eased, until I could easily stand up again. I walked into the room and she said I should go get my stuff. So I went to the lockerroom and grabbed all my things and waited outside for my mom. Jeez, sorry for the length, but it was too much to not type out. Once I was home, all of the painful feelings had left me, my breathing was normal, and I felt fine. It was an odd little attack of pain, but I think part of it could be asthma, considering my mom has asthma. The pain was so bad, I'd rather throw up than go through it again. And for me, being emetophobic, that's pretty big. (emetophobia: fear of throwing up or watching someone throw up). So have any of you guys got something to top that?