Summer of 2016 was not an easy Summer for me. I'll start with that. In August, one of the most devastating things that I could've ever imagined happening to me, did. An 8 year relationship was over, just like that. Without dwelling on that topic... I think just as human beings we can relate to and understand how much that hurt. Well moving on into September.. September 1st was a happy day. It started with me getting up and moving into my new apartment. Everything was fresh and exciting and new and I was in an apartment that I picked out and had actually gotten the chance to see before moving into it! My previous apartment was basically chosen for me and I just got on a plane from NYC to Vegas and moved there.. Whatever the case, I was starting over, starting fresh. That night while I was at work at the dance studio I was teaching for at the time, out of the blue I got this sharp and extremely awkward pain in my right shoulder blade. Slowly it spread around to my side and into my chest and I knew something was very wrong. I told one of my students that something didn't feel right. I grabbed my inhaler and that didn't help so I went out to the front of the studio to see if the director was at the front desk. Through her talking to me about something work related I think I told her something's wrong.. I don't really remember much after that. I started to lose my breath, got cold sweats and I remember having tunnel vision for a minute or two. I had NO IDEA what was happening to me and the director told me afterward that as soon as I was no longer repsonding to her, is when she decided to call the ambulance for me. The short of it, the EMTs couldn't find anything wrong with me so I walked out of the ambulance myself, went home and went to bed. Only to wake up at 4am because I needed to use the bathroom. Upon standing up and walking over to the bathroom the pain in my chest became unreal. It was so painful, I couldn't even yell or make any noise at all. I knew I needed to go to the hospital, there was no doubt. Rushing to the emergency room, they saw me right away since it was a respiratory issue and within maybe a half an hour of being there they told me that it was a "Spontaneous Pneumothorax" of my right lung. My right lung had collapsed. By definition, spontaneous pneumothorax is when part of your lung collapses. It happens if air collects in the pleural space (the space between your lungs and chest wall). Before I could even ask a single question they were wheeling me away to another room. Throughout all of this chaos, I am still having the hardest time just catching my breath. They later told me that I had lost 80% usage of my right lung. So the initial reaction my body had the night before while I was at work.. Was a reaction to not only my lung collapsing but literally trying not to die. As if that wasn't already scary enough, having all of this going through my head all at once. It was a tremendous amount of information to even begin to process while barely being able to breathe. Once they got me into the next room, I saw the metal table and I kind of knew what was next. They needed to have an immediate emergency surgery and there was apparently NO TIME to put me to sleep!! The doctor right above me at face level said something to the extent of "We're going to numb the area but this is going to hurt a little." To which I responded with a select few swear words and told him where he could go and what he could do when he got there. Numb the area. What a joke! We're going to stab you in the chest now and we're not putting you to sleep first... Is what he meant to say. A tube was then inserted into my chest where it stayed for about a weeks time before the decision was made to have another surgery to essentially staple my lung back together. It had healed as much as it was going to on it's own and the surgery became almost necessary. After the, apparent, routine procedure that took roughly a half hour. The tube stayed in my chest for what seemed like forever. They kept giving me all this hope that I was going to be getting out of there and get to go home but it was always just one more day. Finally, 2 weeks later, they finally released me and I was able to get home! I couldn't have been more excited to get the heck out of the hospital. I was no longer confined to my hospital room with a tube attached to machines and oxygen and all of it. I was done. When the oxygen came off and the tube was out and I was leaving, I realized really quickly that I could barely walk from the entrance to the hospital to the car that was right outside without being short of breath. It was insane. I had never felt so winded from taking 4 steps before, ever! I was in for another long road. Recovering from this was traumatic on it's own. I could barely function or do any type of phyiscal activity what so ever. I couldn't sleep... I was still having trouble using the restroom from the crazy amounts of pain killers I was on during and after my hospital stay. When I did fall asleep, I would wake up in sweats screaming because I thought I was being stabbed in the chest again. It was all almost too much for me to handle. The second night out of the hospital, back in my new apartment.. I was hanging out with a friend and my now ex-boyfriend. We were out on the patio at a really really odd time. Not that I had tried to go to sleep or anything but I knew I probably wouldn't have been able to anyway... It had to be around 4:00 or 4:30am. The guy that lived upstairs from us was out on his patio as well. He couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Maybe 21. He was on the phone saying all these really odd things, it sounded like he was leaving someone a voicemail and saying goodbye. Really saying goodbye. We were all looking around at each other extremely confused. Then the second most traumatic thing to ever happen to me in my life, the first being my lung obviously, happened when a giant splashing sound happened right next to me and then a continuous dripping sound. When the light got turned on, there was literally blood 6 inches to my left. Had I been standing 6 inches to my left, I would've been covered in it. Shocked as I was, I picked up my phone and called 911. Somehow, after all was said and done, the kid made it. He survived and I was the one that saved him. After that, I couldn't stay in that place. No way! So I packed up and moved. Again. Things didn't really get better after that. You'd hope that they would have but such as life. I won't go on from here because it just isn't relevant to this. Because of these events and the events that happened afterward as an effect. I was left with basically nothing. No money to pay for any of it. Living paycheck to paycheck and trying to get by but just barely. The medical bills for all of this are pretty outrageous, even with the health insurance plan I had at the time. Way more than I'm even trying to raise doing this in the first place. But anything.... LITERALLY anything would help at this point. I don't know what else to do. This is me reaching out to the world as a last resort and a giant cry for help because I seriously need it. I was umable to work the whole month of September last year. Not that I was making big bucks before that but that month of not working hit me hard. I'm still trying to make up for it and it's not working. So if you can find it in you to give anything, it would be appreciated in a way that words cannot express! I don't expect this to work out in my favor in the end. But I'd be stupid not to at least try...... Thank you.