It was already known that this district in the Bronx had the highest rate of new asthma cases of any other neighborhood in the country and trying to dump another manufacturing plant in its midst would not be easy.
Breathing through a straw. Breathing through a comb, through a catastrophe. I wish breathing were a recreation, not a requirement, then this would be voluntary, and it would ‘t matter if I could really Do it. Attack!
Breathing through you. Breathing through me. Almost.
It’s like…I’m gone. That moment, I can’t breathe it’s like I’ve slipped under water. Asphyxiating, like asthma. I can’t help but sink a little further, thoughts escaping my mind as quickly as I’m losing air.
Asthma is hard to live with. In moments of endurance and in moments of happiness, it attacks you. It gets harder to breathe and causes anxiety. It can cloud your thinking and cause a change in mood. It’s a monster ths lives in your lungs. It takes your breath away; not in a good way.
Dying screams
gasping for breath,
need air, cannot escape,
drowning in myself my own breaths
I am desperately searching,
sinking into blackness, until I find that one bright saving light,
I’m coming back to life, slowly finding the path
and now my breath is coming back,
I’m escaping the confines of my own mind
I’m surviving the havoc,
I’m coming alive.
My best friend has asthma. She can’t breathe my cousin had asthma and turned purple because he forgot his inhale, when he went to see the nurse all she said was wow he’s purple. Asthma seems really inconvenient and not cool and stuff. Despite. It having asthma I still cannot run for long periods of time because I am not super crazy fit and I think I’m not of time.
Or not.
A friend of mine has asthma, so does my sister, but apparently, I’m lucky enough to not…
I think it’s a bit off, since EVERYONE I know has it, but me. Just what the heck? It’s like the most common thing anyone could ever have, but I’m lucky enough to not. Wonder why?
Lack of breath, the feeling that your lungs are going to explode. Fire, burning through your chest. A longing need for something that you cannot access. Grab your inhaler, take deep steadying breaths. Air. Fresh, cool, perfect.
My sister has asthma… I wish I had asthma so I didn’t have to run and workout all the time and so I’d have an inhaler… Hahah it’s hella funny when people talk about sports induced asthma…. Like really? Lol.. Work out… And you’ll be able to breathe…….
Dave breathed heavily. His asthma slowed him down greatly but hedid not give up.The last thing he wanted was to be a burden to his friends. So he persevered.
Charlie Change is an asthma patient in middle school. She suffers from severe anxienty, because people often are mean to her. Why? Much of the time, she is admitted from PE for being at risk for an asthma attack. The other girls get jealous, and don’t want to hang out with her. This really embarrasses her, especially when she has to carry around an inhaler all the time. Sometimes, she wishes she was just someone else.
Unable to breathe
Air catches in your throat
Cough sneeze cough
Allergies
Pollen never helps
Lungs collapse
Throat closes
Breathe
No more running
No more breath
She couldn’t breathe. Of course, it wasn’t very logical to be a runner with asthma, but she was good. Too good. It wasn’t her choice. Everyone knew just by looking that she was fast. She knew that somehow she had to get out of it, but she couldn’t. Her need to please was just too great. Running wasn’t the sport for her at all.
Asthma…. Oh asthma…. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down! Haha those little pigs are no longer…. Although with all of that huffing and puffing he must have gotten tired!
Why do people try so hard to push their body to its limits? People should explore everything and anything they can, but why do it to the point of panic and stress? I just do not understand.
As a child he suffered badly from asthma. There were long afternoons where my mother had him leant over the sofa, head to the floor, pummelling away at his back for hours to break up the phlegm. And there are foggy memories of ambulances arriving in the middle of the night, rushing him to hospital where he would be hooked up to mask and wires and cocooned in an oxygen tent. Yet he excelled despite his weakness.
They used to think I had asthma because I wheezed after climbing steep hills. I told them, “I’m just out of shape,” but they saw a bit of rash on my arm and claimed it as evidence. Apparently your skin and your lungs are inextricably linked.
Asthma is a disease. A disease which affects many, too many. Too many are affected by this, and too many will be. One cannot understand nature in this instance, and in many other instances. Nature, heals us, gives us life, yet so easily, nature can take it away, for good.
July 4th, who knows what year, I must have been 10 or 11 years old, watching fireworks, great, grand Independence Day fireworks, until the smoke triggered an asthma attack. Independence Day in the emergency room. Cooped up in a waiting area, a child forced to queu up behind adults and the elderly. Freedom, my ass.
Feeling short of breath. Fogginess closing in. Wondering if a brown paper bag will help me get my breath back. No, it won’t. It’s all in my head. Wait. Asthma. No, that’s a condition. How do you get rid of it? Can’t breathe.
ever since I started smoking again (again, again and again) I’ve had to use the inhaler more. It swells me, bloats me, makes me a little high. there was a time when I first got it that I used to use it just for the rush. the asthma itself was never that bad, but my capacity for addiction knows no bounds. when does this turn over? oh, right. it already has.
It’s been a decade since I had to prioritize the health of my lungs. Running had taken care of that issue. Cardiovascular exercise can really strengthen your lung capacity, erasing years of living under the agonizing thoughts of possible attacks. Yet all of this wouldn’t account for the transformation my body had just endured.
it means people have something wrong with their lungs. people weeze with asthma. Inhalers are used for asthma. You could die from severe asthma. Dust affects people with asthma.
I had an asthma attack in high school… atleast I think I did. I may have been faking. I really dont remember anymore. I was in wrestling practice and we had lost a tournament and as punishment we were locked in a 3 story very narrow stairwell. All of us. Our punishment was to run to the top to the bottom 75 times without stopping. There were 30 of us in that stairwell. I was weak. No one could breathe and I need an excuse to get out. My doctor gave me that excuse. He said I had bad lungs from birth and I tested positive for sport induced ashtma. I.e. youre a fat ass. You have weak lungs. You have a weakness to exploit. But hey, it was a way out. Complete with an inhaler to use as evidence..
Everyone has their own set of afflictions. It’s as distinct as our fingerprints or DNA. Some have asthma. Some have high blood pressure. I have migraines. They suck, but my motto is, “hey, its better than epilepsy!”
Shortness of breath. When she saw him at the gym, it was as if she had asthma so
overwhelmed was she by his looks, his body, his breathing. But she never spoke.
She just moved around him on her own, in tandem, experiencing emotional asthma.
asthma (sounds like AZ_MUH) is not a very pleasant thing to have. it is very hard to breath and can effect many people. Asthma is when you can’t breath very well, sometimes you have sinus trouble and what not… there are different medicines to help with asthma.. one in which you carry around with you and another is a nebulizer.
Every kid nowadays has an inhaler. Every stinking kid.
“I have to sit out, I have asthma,” they’ll say as the rest of the team finishes their sprints. It’s pathetic how much we baby kids. JUST BREATHE!
I recognized the sounds before I learned the word. And I knew the word before I felt the tighness, the shortness, the panic. I’d seen him squeeze his inhaler and suck in with a gasp before I brought one to my mouth. He told me when he was a boy his father had suffered through with no medical relief. I couldn’t believe it.
It was already known that this district in the Bronx had the highest rate of new asthma cases of any other neighborhood in the country and trying to dump another manufacturing plant in its midst would not be easy.
Breathing through a straw. Breathing through a comb, through a catastrophe. I wish breathing were a recreation, not a requirement, then this would be voluntary, and it would ‘t matter if I could really Do it. Attack!
Breathing through you. Breathing through me. Almost.
It’s like…I’m gone. That moment, I can’t breathe it’s like I’ve slipped under water. Asphyxiating, like asthma. I can’t help but sink a little further, thoughts escaping my mind as quickly as I’m losing air.
Asthma is hard to live with. In moments of endurance and in moments of happiness, it attacks you. It gets harder to breathe and causes anxiety. It can cloud your thinking and cause a change in mood. It’s a monster ths lives in your lungs. It takes your breath away; not in a good way.
Oh god, oh god, she passed out!
Shit!
Ist that wheezing sound natural?
Doubt it,
Oh look!
Her inhaler!
Crap, I broke it
“911 what is your emergency?”
Dying screams
gasping for breath,
need air, cannot escape,
drowning in myself my own breaths
I am desperately searching,
sinking into blackness, until I find that one bright saving light,
I’m coming back to life, slowly finding the path
and now my breath is coming back,
I’m escaping the confines of my own mind
I’m surviving the havoc,
I’m coming alive.
My best friend has asthma. She can’t breathe my cousin had asthma and turned purple because he forgot his inhale, when he went to see the nurse all she said was wow he’s purple. Asthma seems really inconvenient and not cool and stuff. Despite. It having asthma I still cannot run for long periods of time because I am not super crazy fit and I think I’m not of time.
Or not.
A friend of mine has asthma, so does my sister, but apparently, I’m lucky enough to not…
I think it’s a bit off, since EVERYONE I know has it, but me. Just what the heck? It’s like the most common thing anyone could ever have, but I’m lucky enough to not. Wonder why?
Pompeii ash
Clogs my lungs
Fills them with seawater
Hacking up nothing
Asthma of the mind
Lack of breath, the feeling that your lungs are going to explode. Fire, burning through your chest. A longing need for something that you cannot access. Grab your inhaler, take deep steadying breaths. Air. Fresh, cool, perfect.
My sister has asthma… I wish I had asthma so I didn’t have to run and workout all the time and so I’d have an inhaler… Hahah it’s hella funny when people talk about sports induced asthma…. Like really? Lol.. Work out… And you’ll be able to breathe…….
Dave breathed heavily. His asthma slowed him down greatly but hedid not give up.The last thing he wanted was to be a burden to his friends. So he persevered.
He rounded the corner, the creature hot on his heels. The thing was catching up. He could not breathe but he had to keep going.
Charlie Change is an asthma patient in middle school. She suffers from severe anxienty, because people often are mean to her. Why? Much of the time, she is admitted from PE for being at risk for an asthma attack. The other girls get jealous, and don’t want to hang out with her. This really embarrasses her, especially when she has to carry around an inhaler all the time. Sometimes, she wishes she was just someone else.
Unable to breathe
Air catches in your throat
Cough sneeze cough
Allergies
Pollen never helps
Lungs collapse
Throat closes
Breathe
No more running
No more breath
I don’t suffer from asthma and I don’t know anyone who does. It must be difficult to deal with.
She couldn’t breathe. Of course, it wasn’t very logical to be a runner with asthma, but she was good. Too good. It wasn’t her choice. Everyone knew just by looking that she was fast. She knew that somehow she had to get out of it, but she couldn’t. Her need to please was just too great. Running wasn’t the sport for her at all.
Asthma…. Oh asthma…. I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down! Haha those little pigs are no longer…. Although with all of that huffing and puffing he must have gotten tired!
Why do people try so hard to push their body to its limits? People should explore everything and anything they can, but why do it to the point of panic and stress? I just do not understand.
As a child he suffered badly from asthma. There were long afternoons where my mother had him leant over the sofa, head to the floor, pummelling away at his back for hours to break up the phlegm. And there are foggy memories of ambulances arriving in the middle of the night, rushing him to hospital where he would be hooked up to mask and wires and cocooned in an oxygen tent. Yet he excelled despite his weakness.
They used to think I had asthma because I wheezed after climbing steep hills. I told them, “I’m just out of shape,” but they saw a bit of rash on my arm and claimed it as evidence. Apparently your skin and your lungs are inextricably linked.
Asthma is a disease. A disease which affects many, too many. Too many are affected by this, and too many will be. One cannot understand nature in this instance, and in many other instances. Nature, heals us, gives us life, yet so easily, nature can take it away, for good.
July 4th, who knows what year, I must have been 10 or 11 years old, watching fireworks, great, grand Independence Day fireworks, until the smoke triggered an asthma attack. Independence Day in the emergency room. Cooped up in a waiting area, a child forced to queu up behind adults and the elderly. Freedom, my ass.
Feeling short of breath. Fogginess closing in. Wondering if a brown paper bag will help me get my breath back. No, it won’t. It’s all in my head. Wait. Asthma. No, that’s a condition. How do you get rid of it? Can’t breathe.
My lungs struggle to breath the air
and my skin finds grass harsh;
I am sorry, Mother,
for my transcendental transgressions.
he had an asthma attack ….. i have no idea what happened. boom. ahchoo
ever since I started smoking again (again, again and again) I’ve had to use the inhaler more. It swells me, bloats me, makes me a little high. there was a time when I first got it that I used to use it just for the rush. the asthma itself was never that bad, but my capacity for addiction knows no bounds. when does this turn over? oh, right. it already has.
It’s been a decade since I had to prioritize the health of my lungs. Running had taken care of that issue. Cardiovascular exercise can really strengthen your lung capacity, erasing years of living under the agonizing thoughts of possible attacks. Yet all of this wouldn’t account for the transformation my body had just endured.
not be able to breathe, hard time running, throat closing up. friends. inhaler. coughing. hospital sick no gym. bbb
shit i can’t breathe
wait what can i do
nothing lol i have asthma im just gonna die
lol
lol im dead
oxygen thief
NOT ANY MORE! ha r0flc0pt3r l0lz
it means people have something wrong with their lungs. people weeze with asthma. Inhalers are used for asthma. You could die from severe asthma. Dust affects people with asthma.
I had an asthma attack in high school… atleast I think I did. I may have been faking. I really dont remember anymore. I was in wrestling practice and we had lost a tournament and as punishment we were locked in a 3 story very narrow stairwell. All of us. Our punishment was to run to the top to the bottom 75 times without stopping. There were 30 of us in that stairwell. I was weak. No one could breathe and I need an excuse to get out. My doctor gave me that excuse. He said I had bad lungs from birth and I tested positive for sport induced ashtma. I.e. youre a fat ass. You have weak lungs. You have a weakness to exploit. But hey, it was a way out. Complete with an inhaler to use as evidence..
Panic, pain, panic. What do I do?! I look around wildly even though I know I don’t have my puffer with me. I knew I shouldn’t have done that.
Everyone has their own set of afflictions. It’s as distinct as our fingerprints or DNA. Some have asthma. Some have high blood pressure. I have migraines. They suck, but my motto is, “hey, its better than epilepsy!”
Shortness of breath. When she saw him at the gym, it was as if she had asthma so
overwhelmed was she by his looks, his body, his breathing. But she never spoke.
She just moved around him on her own, in tandem, experiencing emotional asthma.
I feel lucky to not have this condition called asthma. I don’t know how people have or get it, but it must suck to not be able to run or play.
asthma (sounds like AZ_MUH) is not a very pleasant thing to have. it is very hard to breath and can effect many people. Asthma is when you can’t breath very well, sometimes you have sinus trouble and what not… there are different medicines to help with asthma.. one in which you carry around with you and another is a nebulizer.
Every kid nowadays has an inhaler. Every stinking kid.
“I have to sit out, I have asthma,” they’ll say as the rest of the team finishes their sprints. It’s pathetic how much we baby kids. JUST BREATHE!
Vroom! Vroom, vroom! Bleeeze, bleeze, bleeze… shrearch, whhhoooof. Eeeeeeeemm.
I recognized the sounds before I learned the word. And I knew the word before I felt the tighness, the shortness, the panic. I’d seen him squeeze his inhaler and suck in with a gasp before I brought one to my mouth. He told me when he was a boy his father had suffered through with no medical relief. I couldn’t believe it.
stop it go away you were here before get out
get out
just leave
I don’t want you here aa
nn
y
mmore
leave me