When The Hour Came

When it became painful to breathe

I had 12 hours until a law school final exam.

Do I seek help?

Cram through?

Do I have a choice?

The answer is, no.

Nope, not a chance.

I called for a ride to urgent care.

It didn’t come,

I called a friend,

She came,

And I went.

6 and 1/2 hours later

I went home.

Asleep at 1 am,

Awake at a quarter after 5 am

For a final exam.

Four and 1/2 hours after 8:30 am,

I finished the final exam

And headed to the doctor.

By 5 pm, I hit my bed,

Before dinner,

And I would not rise,

For 13 hours.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

4 thoughts on “When The Hour Came

  1. Oh mercy! Do you attribute this emergency to the state of your stress/nerves? Or is this a usual physical occurrence that repeats itself now and then? One thing about law, Misty, which you already know, is that your profs will test you to find if you have the strength of your convictions. Can you face a “fight”, a trial? unruly parents or clients? other lawyers perhaps in your firm-to-be that dispute your ideas? You are being groomed for a tough field. So far you have walked into the den of lions with great courage and conviction. Stay looking them in the eyes. Defend your ideas. Accept possible counter ways to look at the same thing. All that. Sorry to be “lecturing.” In fact, I care deeply and so want you to succeed. Much love and remember rest is restorative. xo


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