the asthma of the soul constricts my lungs. everytime i try to take a breath, it pulls at my core, reminding me that i cannot do what it is i want to do.
this metaphorical ailment, it keeps me from doing the things i want to do. and i will never run again…
oh, who can rid me of my soul’s illness?
Sometimes I forget that it’s hard to breathe. I don’t have asthma, but I do feel the walls close in around me, my throat growing tighter and tighter. It’s not that I have a real, tangible, physical ailment. Just my thoughts and my mind. I get so nervous that I won’t be able to come back up for air, but then sure as everything else in life, I end up gasping and coming out on top.
Gasping, vainly tryng to inhale any amount of oxygen. Can’t see straight, starting to panic, as if a siren is going of in my head. Where…where the hell is that inhaler?
I can’t breathe! The weight of my lungs crushing down upon my heart thrusts blood throughout my body in a hurried panic. Suck in, relief. The asthma has subsided.
When I was younger I had trouble breathing sometimes. There was an inhaler, which I would try and use just to see the smoke come out of my mouth afterwards. I think it was because of the chalk. You see, I was a gymnast and a very good one at that. I was internationally competing by the time I was 10 and usually placed 1st or 2nd. It was an exciting time in my life filled with foreign toys and heavy medals.
I think that one of the most annoying things in this world is Asthma. So many people are plagued by this disease. It’s truly a shame for it to even exist. I mean, really. How tedious is it to have to pull out an inhaler every fucking time you want to breathe. Please. It’s torture.
Can’t. Breathe. Can’t Breathe.
Help me, help me!
Something’s strangling me, something’s holding me back.
I can’t go on like this, I can’t go on.
Help me.
Please.
Just let me out of here.
Let me out and let me breathe.
Chronic, I am so fucking sick of that word and I am so fucking sick of sick. I feel like I cant breathe every time we talk about it. I want it gone. I want him better…I want to be better. Chronic
I can’t breathe. It’s not like how my sister gasps and wheezes for air when she runs too hard and her asthma swoops in on burning wings and chokes her up. I’m dizzy and can’t find air, but it’s because I’ve misplaced it. I think I forgot about it. I’m just breathless. Breathless and numb. In those moments when it’s too much to think about breathing.
I was wheezing in the pool… determined to swim 10 more laps …but the wheeze was turning into a cough and I kept having to stop. the itchy tightness demanded my attention … off the the showers and home to the medicines! humbug!
Asthma is a breathing disorder that effects one’s ability to breath effectively. Often Asthma is an affliction that is identified at a young age and can be managed with medication. It is a life threatening affliction that has to be monitored.
Asthma is a desease that dehibilitates the long s on very feiw people on rare occurances. It makes it hard to breath and most people can’t run for the fear of an asthma attack.
I wonder what it’s like to suffocate. To be deprived of something you’ve taken for granted for so long. To wish you hadn’t; to wish to have. Straining,yearning, asthmatic.
i dont have asthma but my mrphew does. I dont like that he has it keeps him from sleeping at night. it gives him a hard life to live. he is only 3 he shouldnt have to suffer that!
She coughs, and sputters, her chest aches. She looks around, eyes wild, and coughs again. She can’t…she can’t breathe…people stare, raise their hands…she needs back-pocket help…she can’t…breathe. Help. Cough.
Difficulty breathing, Throat feels tight, gasping for air. May need to go to the hospital if serious. Throat dries up. Needs oxygen to breathe properly. Asthma attacks can be dangerous in many ways.
Wenn jemand Asthma hat, dann hat er Probleme beim Atmen. Manchmal ist dieser Mensch ganz beschwerdefrei, dann wieder kann er ohne sein Spray keinen Schritt machen. Früher wurden Asthmakranke in die Berge geschickt oder ans Meer. Wegen der guten Luft. Sauerstoffreich und rein.
Just the word is enough to make me gasp for air. Hold my breath for a few second, imagining myself having an attack, not breathing, not moving. It’s scary, and I feel sad.
Her shthma was especially aggressive this season, causing her to stay indoors for most of the week. She missed her meeting with Senator Troy and, though she tried, she was unable to reschedule. Now she would have to start from the beginning, a place she did not like to be. She was used to a certain amount of progress
My throat feels tight, like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. My breaths come in uneven heaves and coughs. People turn to look but no one comes to help me. I am nothing to these people, they watch as I suffer and do nothing to help.
It all happened
in the park
last Saturday afternoon.
I hadn’t seen him in so many years.
His hair was a little longer
and maybe a bit curlier
When our eyes met though,
I knew it was him.
Breathing was as hard as
5 year old having an asthma attack
Oh my goodness. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Can I talk? Nope, can’t talk either. I’m so fucking screwed. I’m going to die. The brain can only live 5-7 minutes without oxygen. What happens after that? I have no idea. I should have paid more attention in biology class. Holy fuck.
heavy breathing. hard to sleep. hard to think. smoke some weed. drink some water. grab my inhaler. bronchitis. acute bronchitis. chronic bronchitis. running too hard. running too fast. can’t stop. have to stop. call the doctor. call the pharmacist. get more drugs. drugs. drugs. weed. more weed. more asthma. heavy breathing.
You take my breath away-
my lungs are heavy,
filled with your scent,
its intoxicating,
mystifying-
I can’t seem to get enough.
I want more.
I want you.
I miss you.
I think about you often,
and how you left.
memories keep flooding back;
alone is the feeling,
empty,
I’m a lost soul.
nothing surrounds me.
complete darkness.
I’m over life.
I’m over breathing-
far too difficult-
to continue living-
when you aren’t around me.
where’d you go?
I can’t feel you anymore,
sorrow fills my lungs now.
It takes over my body.
runs through my veins.
there’s only one way to not feel anymore,
and I am not afraid.
“You know what to do,” I hear the echo of Garcia’s words. “Don’t let me down.”
Third down.
How does one have pretend to have an asthma attack? Different ideas flood me, flying through the filter of my brain. But at last, I don’t settle on any of these thoughts. When I gaze across the long stretch of the football field and meet Elijah’s eyes, I know.
Touchdown.
Standing up, I begin to scream with the crowd. Suddenly, my eyes grow wide, and a coughing fit steals my breath. I’m wheezing now. My face is pale. I’m sweaty.
People start to crowd around me, but I pretend I can’t hear them while my eyes quickly scan the faces, searching for one in particular. “Someone call 911!” I shake, my wheezing becomes worse.
“Give her room! Move! Let her breathe!” When a doctor with a hazel and light blue eyes leans over me, I almost smile, knowing the relieving fact before I hear Elijah whispering to me into my intercom. “Mission accomplished.”
don’t breath. harshly . it takes too much effort and it took long enough to get here so just slow down . wait. weight. weighty. picture yourself in a cool breeze. in the breeze as the breeze with the breeze
Asthma sucks, as a sufferer I must state my extreme detest for such a thing! It can make smoking pot so difficult,may abilities have seriously lessened over the years it’s terribly upsetting
So I woke up this morning with a real speech impediment. I was having all sorts of problems just getting the wind to move over the vocal cords in the correct way and everything came out sounding foreign. I tried to order a cup of coffee and the shop girl couldn’t even make out a word.
asthma again?
you were here yesterday
constriction all days of the week
like a tie without the work
and a noose without the rings
misplaced tissue abscesses
asthma like you can’t breathe
asthma, the weak man’s disease
the plague of my brother
and encumbrance of a technological age
the slip through the defenses of vaccine and hypodermic needles
the first in a siege of microbiotic life
I have really bad asthma right now, it’s horrible. I can’t keep up with my friends, I hate it. At least it’s ok with my dancing. I can cope with that.
the asthma of the soul constricts my lungs. everytime i try to take a breath, it pulls at my core, reminding me that i cannot do what it is i want to do.
this metaphorical ailment, it keeps me from doing the things i want to do. and i will never run again…
oh, who can rid me of my soul’s illness?
Sometimes I forget that it’s hard to breathe. I don’t have asthma, but I do feel the walls close in around me, my throat growing tighter and tighter. It’s not that I have a real, tangible, physical ailment. Just my thoughts and my mind. I get so nervous that I won’t be able to come back up for air, but then sure as everything else in life, I end up gasping and coming out on top.
ok
People need to breathe to live. And you can’t breathe if you have asthma.
wieners
Gasping, vainly tryng to inhale any amount of oxygen. Can’t see straight, starting to panic, as if a siren is going of in my head. Where…where the hell is that inhaler?
She wheezed, desperately trying to take in a breath of air. The others stood in shock, statues of previous people; rigid still.
I can’t breathe! The weight of my lungs crushing down upon my heart thrusts blood throughout my body in a hurried panic. Suck in, relief. The asthma has subsided.
When I was younger I had trouble breathing sometimes. There was an inhaler, which I would try and use just to see the smoke come out of my mouth afterwards. I think it was because of the chalk. You see, I was a gymnast and a very good one at that. I was internationally competing by the time I was 10 and usually placed 1st or 2nd. It was an exciting time in my life filled with foreign toys and heavy medals.
I think that one of the most annoying things in this world is Asthma. So many people are plagued by this disease. It’s truly a shame for it to even exist. I mean, really. How tedious is it to have to pull out an inhaler every fucking time you want to breathe. Please. It’s torture.
Can’t. Breathe. Can’t Breathe.
Help me, help me!
Something’s strangling me, something’s holding me back.
I can’t go on like this, I can’t go on.
Help me.
Please.
Just let me out of here.
Let me out and let me breathe.
Chronic, I am so fucking sick of that word and I am so fucking sick of sick. I feel like I cant breathe every time we talk about it. I want it gone. I want him better…I want to be better. Chronic
I can’t breathe. It’s not like how my sister gasps and wheezes for air when she runs too hard and her asthma swoops in on burning wings and chokes her up. I’m dizzy and can’t find air, but it’s because I’ve misplaced it. I think I forgot about it. I’m just breathless. Breathless and numb. In those moments when it’s too much to think about breathing.
I was wheezing in the pool… determined to swim 10 more laps …but the wheeze was turning into a cough and I kept having to stop. the itchy tightness demanded my attention … off the the showers and home to the medicines! humbug!
Asthma is a breathing disorder that effects one’s ability to breath effectively. Often Asthma is an affliction that is identified at a young age and can be managed with medication. It is a life threatening affliction that has to be monitored.
Asthma is a desease that dehibilitates the long s on very feiw people on rare occurances. It makes it hard to breath and most people can’t run for the fear of an asthma attack.
I wonder what it’s like to suffocate. To be deprived of something you’ve taken for granted for so long. To wish you hadn’t; to wish to have. Straining,yearning, asthmatic.
i dont have asthma but my mrphew does. I dont like that he has it keeps him from sleeping at night. it gives him a hard life to live. he is only 3 he shouldnt have to suffer that!
She coughs, and sputters, her chest aches. She looks around, eyes wild, and coughs again. She can’t…she can’t breathe…people stare, raise their hands…she needs back-pocket help…she can’t…breathe. Help. Cough.
Difficulty breathing, Throat feels tight, gasping for air. May need to go to the hospital if serious. Throat dries up. Needs oxygen to breathe properly. Asthma attacks can be dangerous in many ways.
Wenn jemand Asthma hat, dann hat er Probleme beim Atmen. Manchmal ist dieser Mensch ganz beschwerdefrei, dann wieder kann er ohne sein Spray keinen Schritt machen. Früher wurden Asthmakranke in die Berge geschickt oder ans Meer. Wegen der guten Luft. Sauerstoffreich und rein.
Just the word is enough to make me gasp for air. Hold my breath for a few second, imagining myself having an attack, not breathing, not moving. It’s scary, and I feel sad.
Breathing disability chemicals oxygen gust deliberater hospital gasp
Aspirating and auscultating, the doctor relieved the asthma patient.
Her shthma was especially aggressive this season, causing her to stay indoors for most of the week. She missed her meeting with Senator Troy and, though she tried, she was unable to reschedule. Now she would have to start from the beginning, a place she did not like to be. She was used to a certain amount of progress
My throat feels tight, like I can’t get enough air into my lungs. My breaths come in uneven heaves and coughs. People turn to look but no one comes to help me. I am nothing to these people, they watch as I suffer and do nothing to help.
It all happened
in the park
last Saturday afternoon.
I hadn’t seen him in so many years.
His hair was a little longer
and maybe a bit curlier
When our eyes met though,
I knew it was him.
Breathing was as hard as
5 year old having an asthma attack
Oh my goodness. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. Can I talk? Nope, can’t talk either. I’m so fucking screwed. I’m going to die. The brain can only live 5-7 minutes without oxygen. What happens after that? I have no idea. I should have paid more attention in biology class. Holy fuck.
heavy breathing. hard to sleep. hard to think. smoke some weed. drink some water. grab my inhaler. bronchitis. acute bronchitis. chronic bronchitis. running too hard. running too fast. can’t stop. have to stop. call the doctor. call the pharmacist. get more drugs. drugs. drugs. weed. more weed. more asthma. heavy breathing.
You take my breath away-
my lungs are heavy,
filled with your scent,
its intoxicating,
mystifying-
I can’t seem to get enough.
I want more.
I want you.
I miss you.
I think about you often,
and how you left.
memories keep flooding back;
alone is the feeling,
empty,
I’m a lost soul.
nothing surrounds me.
complete darkness.
I’m over life.
I’m over breathing-
far too difficult-
to continue living-
when you aren’t around me.
where’d you go?
I can’t feel you anymore,
sorrow fills my lungs now.
It takes over my body.
runs through my veins.
there’s only one way to not feel anymore,
and I am not afraid.
“You know what to do,” I hear the echo of Garcia’s words. “Don’t let me down.”
Third down.
How does one have pretend to have an asthma attack? Different ideas flood me, flying through the filter of my brain. But at last, I don’t settle on any of these thoughts. When I gaze across the long stretch of the football field and meet Elijah’s eyes, I know.
Touchdown.
Standing up, I begin to scream with the crowd. Suddenly, my eyes grow wide, and a coughing fit steals my breath. I’m wheezing now. My face is pale. I’m sweaty.
People start to crowd around me, but I pretend I can’t hear them while my eyes quickly scan the faces, searching for one in particular. “Someone call 911!” I shake, my wheezing becomes worse.
“Give her room! Move! Let her breathe!” When a doctor with a hazel and light blue eyes leans over me, I almost smile, knowing the relieving fact before I hear Elijah whispering to me into my intercom. “Mission accomplished.”
don’t breath. harshly . it takes too much effort and it took long enough to get here so just slow down . wait. weight. weighty. picture yourself in a cool breeze. in the breeze as the breeze with the breeze
A logn time ago I had a tough time breathing. Well, it had to do with my asthma.
“Please remember to take your inhaler, Kyle!:”
my mom would say.
Then I was at school, and it was windy. I choked on some air, keeled over and couldn’t breathe.
I next remembered taking that inhaler and coming back to reality.
Thanks, medicine.
Asthma sucks, as a sufferer I must state my extreme detest for such a thing! It can make smoking pot so difficult,may abilities have seriously lessened over the years it’s terribly upsetting
Asthma is an illness of the respiratory system, but some think it’s phychological as well.
Trouble breathing, call medical command and receive orders to administer albuterol. Reassess patient following intervention.
So I woke up this morning with a real speech impediment. I was having all sorts of problems just getting the wind to move over the vocal cords in the correct way and everything came out sounding foreign. I tried to order a cup of coffee and the shop girl couldn’t even make out a word.