The heart-stopping cough. Bad allergies. She knows this even as she runs into the dense and over grown forest. God, this was a breading ground for asthma. Even though she had lost the hunter, for now, she kept running, which was hard. Her lungs were screaming at her to stop, but the adrenaline kept her going. Eventually she was going to have to stop, but now that wasn’t possible. How could this have happened? What did the hunter want? All this went through her dazed mind as she lay on the grassy carpet of the green plants covering the forest floor. She couldn’t hang on and went into a foggy-dream sleep, that wouldn’t last long.
i thought it was asthma when i started hyperventilating. i told myself, my friends, and my parents that i “had asthma.” whenver i got excited, whenever i got nervous, whenever i got stressed out, it wasn’t me, it was my asthma.
Not being able to breathe. The one kid in gym class who couldn’t participate. Cigarette smoke as a child. Stereotypes in cartoons; the redhead with glasses, plaid and the inhaler.
Someone was having an asthma attack on the bus on the way to San Francisco. Jerry, being a doctor, jumped up and tried to give the poor woman some space to breathe. A dozen people were already crowding around her where she knelt in the aisle, very close to collapsing.
“Would you all step the f*** back?” snarled Jerry. Not very medical man-like, but it was enough to get people to scoot away.
“Take it in, that’s right. Slowly, slowly. Hold it. Okay, now let it out slowly. Ok, just one more breath. Lovely, lovely. And relax.” I would have happily kicked the medic in the face if I’d had the energy but the asthma saved his self-satisfied visage. Maybe next time eh?
it’s quite hard to watch or do exciting stuff when you have breathing problems. asthma is one of them, it can lead to asphyxia. it’s bad man, quite bad. be careful with that sickness.
Adley has it. It makes him cough and then he needs his puffer. I’m glad I don’t have it. It’s a cool word though. It’s also the name of this little girl who loved to dance and sing CHICKEN NUGGETS CHICKEN NUGGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember waking up and not being able to breathe.
And then waking up.
And not being able to breathe.
I remember running through the fields with friends
Laughing, cartwheeling, rolling down hills,
And struggling to catch up
When they sprinted away
To their next destination
As if playing
An eternal game
Of tag with me,
And I was it.
I have astham. It is hard to breath. pressure, restriction. I can not breath I am feeling \rusterated, I a, feeling scared. What would I do if I were on an island without my medication. If I lived back in the day I would die. I cannot run. I cannot write. I hate having asthma, but life could be much much worse.
make it hard for me to breath, take my breath away.
as soon as i smile or begin to laugh, my breath is taken away.
stolen and hard to get back, but never the less there is no turning back.
You are my asthma and i hate that you hurt me,
but not in the way that could make me worry.
I couldnt breathe. it felt like everything inside of me was made of tiny shards of glass and each shard was ripping into something hot and tender. My muscles were ripping apart as my chest caved trying to search for the smallest breath. There was nothing in me. No thoughts. No hope. Only fear. Fear took over everything. It made it impossible to see, impossible to scream. This was no longer a dream. This was real and this was taking control of everything. A hand grabbed the back
The green-shaded lamp flickered out, as if snuffed by an invisible hand. The glass shattered to the floor. He knew what this was; he had predicted it. His legs pumped up the stairs to the roof. No need to check the elevator. It no longer worked. Damn asthma was kicking in. He burst through the door. A black cloud of planes swarmed from the east. Little objects dropped from their bellies. He laughed. Death was such a funny game to play.
When I was a child, my big brother had asthma. The hollidays were awful, we always had to stay inside taking care of him, poor little thing, he couldn´t stop caughing all day long. Now he is quite alright, he grew to be a very healthy man,
Asthma makes you feel like dying. Your whole insides are gaping for air, you start ti see blackness all around you but you’re still not ready to leave this world. It’s the world getting sucked through your body until there is nothing left but an empty shell of what you once were.
it was back in the good old days or perhaps teh bad old days of the cold war, we were both stationed in berlin at teh time and he worked in as an analyst in the public media department.
He had asthma, actualy his whole life, which made what he did seem even more extrordanary. It began last august when we were spending time at his cottage in yourkshire wehn
asthma is a horrible thing. it makes you lose your breathe quickly, and you can’t do any physical activities without being tired out ugh i hate it it makes you feel like you’re dying and everyone thinks you’re just a lazy fat ass but no you just have asthma.
In gym class, I always raced the girl who had asthma. She always won. It’s not my fault she was one of the fastest girls in the class. She was my friend and we raced.
He gasps painfully, his breaths stuck in his lungs like peanut butter. His blood is pumping wildly in his ears, chest constricting tighter and tighter as he fights for breath.
He collapses to the ground, arm outstretched for his backpack. He reaches, but the few inches between his fingers and the nylon seems like miles.
Black and red spots dance at the edges of his vision as he hears someone shout for an ambulance. He makes one more feeble attempt to grab his sack, but his arm falls limp, no more oxygen reaching his lungs, and the world around him fades to black.
a type of ailment which causes the lung airways to close and major respiratory issues to occur. Most commonly found in first world environments for being to damned clean and healthy, the immune systems attack itself hence weezing children, after a while of dealing with all the bs of life the immune system doesnt give a fuck anymore.
I still remember the nights, sitting in the cupboard on your knee in the dark, with the ventilator thing pumping medicine into me. It makes me think of being sick, but for some reason it makes me happy. I guess because it reminds me how much you’ve always loved me.
the feeling of not being able to breath. i am choking. i feel like i am suffocating. send me the sweet release of death. i cannot stand this suffocation anymore. this suffering. fucking kill me or let me breathe
asthma limits people in ways they never knew were possible. a person with asthma may be limited by work or job or even at play. its sad to know that anyone can have asthma and the struggle or limit it can put on daily life is sad.
Asthma is a pain. You can deal with any other kind of pain but when you cannot breath it feels like death. There is always a worry that the asthma will sneak up and steal my breath. It is hard enough to exercise without the threat of asthma.
haunted me for forever
something inside me holding me back
exercise? i can never
if i do, i fall under attack
an elephant sitting on my chest
but it pushes me to be my best
There once was a girl with asthma who lived happily ever after after getting it cured. her husband cried because her inhaler was his secret buttplug and he loved it so much. The husband then left her, and went off to live with Christian Grey.
That moment when it happened was the scariest second of my life. I watched as my daughter collapsed to the ground, short breathes escaping frim her chapped lips. Her bright blue eyes were wide open and appeared to somehow be lifeless. Asthma. When it attacks you, it’s scary. When it gets your family, your daughter, it is frightening.
I couldn’t imagine life without Cindy.
My running slowed quickly. My running partner looked back at me, his eyes concerned as I bent over, having trouble breathing. It felt like there was something stuck inside of my lungs, stopping the steady flow of air. Turns out, I had asthma all along.
what is asthma is that even a word? is that the breathing problem why is it spelled like that english makes no sense at all. Can’t they even learn to spell phonetically?
Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. The boy tried to slow his breathing, wildly hoping she wouldn’t notice his discomfort.
Gasp.. Gasp.. Gasp..
Gradually, his gasps became breaths. The girl, as pretty as a rainbow, and sometimes appearing just as mystical, turned her eyes to him with a slow smile.
Gasp. Gasp. Gasp.
The boy again tried to slow his breathing, frustrated with himself. How was he ever meant to make this girl realise how much she meant to him if, every time he made eye contact, his breathing became so hard it was as though he was suffering from asthma?
it gives an attack that makes everything go black i hate the way it makes me feel its like a curse from my ancestors but why? i cant understand who would want anyone to suffer something so aggravating and disfunctional ….. my mom said she had it when she was young.. i guess a lot of people have it
I want a different word, because I already did this one and I didn’t like it because I couldn’t think of anything to write. That was a long run-on sentence. Hahahaa
I inhale but it dosent work, so this really hot chick in a pink tank top comes over and says, “got asthma, baby?” and I’m like cram it you
The heart-stopping cough. Bad allergies. She knows this even as she runs into the dense and over grown forest. God, this was a breading ground for asthma. Even though she had lost the hunter, for now, she kept running, which was hard. Her lungs were screaming at her to stop, but the adrenaline kept her going. Eventually she was going to have to stop, but now that wasn’t possible. How could this have happened? What did the hunter want? All this went through her dazed mind as she lay on the grassy carpet of the green plants covering the forest floor. She couldn’t hang on and went into a foggy-dream sleep, that wouldn’t last long.
i thought it was asthma when i started hyperventilating. i told myself, my friends, and my parents that i “had asthma.” whenver i got excited, whenever i got nervous, whenever i got stressed out, it wasn’t me, it was my asthma.
The breaths resonate, rough and irregular and cacophonous.
I watch him as he struggles to catch his breath. “Has your asthma always been this spectacularly bad?”
Not being able to breathe. The one kid in gym class who couldn’t participate. Cigarette smoke as a child. Stereotypes in cartoons; the redhead with glasses, plaid and the inhaler.
I hear my heart beat, in my ears. I feel the tightness in my chest, I can’t breathe. the world is spinning out of control.
Someone was having an asthma attack on the bus on the way to San Francisco. Jerry, being a doctor, jumped up and tried to give the poor woman some space to breathe. A dozen people were already crowding around her where she knelt in the aisle, very close to collapsing.
“Would you all step the f*** back?” snarled Jerry. Not very medical man-like, but it was enough to get people to scoot away.
“Take it in, that’s right. Slowly, slowly. Hold it. Okay, now let it out slowly. Ok, just one more breath. Lovely, lovely. And relax.” I would have happily kicked the medic in the face if I’d had the energy but the asthma saved his self-satisfied visage. Maybe next time eh?
it’s quite hard to watch or do exciting stuff when you have breathing problems. asthma is one of them, it can lead to asphyxia. it’s bad man, quite bad. be careful with that sickness.
Adley has it. It makes him cough and then he needs his puffer. I’m glad I don’t have it. It’s a cool word though. It’s also the name of this little girl who loved to dance and sing CHICKEN NUGGETS CHICKEN NUGGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember waking up and not being able to breathe.
And then waking up.
And not being able to breathe.
I remember running through the fields with friends
Laughing, cartwheeling, rolling down hills,
And struggling to catch up
When they sprinted away
To their next destination
As if playing
An eternal game
Of tag with me,
And I was it.
I have astham. It is hard to breath. pressure, restriction. I can not breath I am feeling \rusterated, I a, feeling scared. What would I do if I were on an island without my medication. If I lived back in the day I would die. I cannot run. I cannot write. I hate having asthma, but life could be much much worse.
make it hard for me to breath, take my breath away.
as soon as i smile or begin to laugh, my breath is taken away.
stolen and hard to get back, but never the less there is no turning back.
You are my asthma and i hate that you hurt me,
but not in the way that could make me worry.
I couldnt breathe. it felt like everything inside of me was made of tiny shards of glass and each shard was ripping into something hot and tender. My muscles were ripping apart as my chest caved trying to search for the smallest breath. There was nothing in me. No thoughts. No hope. Only fear. Fear took over everything. It made it impossible to see, impossible to scream. This was no longer a dream. This was real and this was taking control of everything. A hand grabbed the back
The green-shaded lamp flickered out, as if snuffed by an invisible hand. The glass shattered to the floor. He knew what this was; he had predicted it. His legs pumped up the stairs to the roof. No need to check the elevator. It no longer worked. Damn asthma was kicking in. He burst through the door. A black cloud of planes swarmed from the east. Little objects dropped from their bellies. He laughed. Death was such a funny game to play.
When I was a child, my big brother had asthma. The hollidays were awful, we always had to stay inside taking care of him, poor little thing, he couldn´t stop caughing all day long. Now he is quite alright, he grew to be a very healthy man,
Asthma makes you feel like dying. Your whole insides are gaping for air, you start ti see blackness all around you but you’re still not ready to leave this world. It’s the world getting sucked through your body until there is nothing left but an empty shell of what you once were.
sometimes I wish I had asthma so i could have an excuse for not working out. Theres nothing wrong with me though… just lazy.
it was back in the good old days or perhaps teh bad old days of the cold war, we were both stationed in berlin at teh time and he worked in as an analyst in the public media department.
Breathe anxiety paper bag inhaler Nathan smoking doctor heavy lungs die can’t breathe hospital the medicine heart beating fast
He had asthma, actualy his whole life, which made what he did seem even more extrordanary. It began last august when we were spending time at his cottage in yourkshire wehn
can’t breathe,
airways closing,
inhale, exhale,
breathe breathe breathe,
inhale, exhale, inhaler,
breathe breathe breathe
I stopped, unable to breathe. Hands clutched at my throat, a rasping sound escaped. I frantically looked around and there it was!
asthma is a horrible thing. it makes you lose your breathe quickly, and you can’t do any physical activities without being tired out ugh i hate it it makes you feel like you’re dying and everyone thinks you’re just a lazy fat ass but no you just have asthma.
In gym class, I always raced the girl who had asthma. She always won. It’s not my fault she was one of the fastest girls in the class. She was my friend and we raced.
He gasps painfully, his breaths stuck in his lungs like peanut butter. His blood is pumping wildly in his ears, chest constricting tighter and tighter as he fights for breath.
He collapses to the ground, arm outstretched for his backpack. He reaches, but the few inches between his fingers and the nylon seems like miles.
Black and red spots dance at the edges of his vision as he hears someone shout for an ambulance. He makes one more feeble attempt to grab his sack, but his arm falls limp, no more oxygen reaching his lungs, and the world around him fades to black.
a type of ailment which causes the lung airways to close and major respiratory issues to occur. Most commonly found in first world environments for being to damned clean and healthy, the immune systems attack itself hence weezing children, after a while of dealing with all the bs of life the immune system doesnt give a fuck anymore.
I still remember the nights, sitting in the cupboard on your knee in the dark, with the ventilator thing pumping medicine into me. It makes me think of being sick, but for some reason it makes me happy. I guess because it reminds me how much you’ve always loved me.
the feeling of not being able to breath. i am choking. i feel like i am suffocating. send me the sweet release of death. i cannot stand this suffocation anymore. this suffering. fucking kill me or let me breathe
asthma limits people in ways they never knew were possible. a person with asthma may be limited by work or job or even at play. its sad to know that anyone can have asthma and the struggle or limit it can put on daily life is sad.
Asthma is a pain. You can deal with any other kind of pain but when you cannot breath it feels like death. There is always a worry that the asthma will sneak up and steal my breath. It is hard enough to exercise without the threat of asthma.
haunted me for forever
something inside me holding me back
exercise? i can never
if i do, i fall under attack
an elephant sitting on my chest
but it pushes me to be my best
There once was a girl with asthma who lived happily ever after after getting it cured. her husband cried because her inhaler was his secret buttplug and he loved it so much. The husband then left her, and went off to live with Christian Grey.
That moment when it happened was the scariest second of my life. I watched as my daughter collapsed to the ground, short breathes escaping frim her chapped lips. Her bright blue eyes were wide open and appeared to somehow be lifeless. Asthma. When it attacks you, it’s scary. When it gets your family, your daughter, it is frightening.
I couldn’t imagine life without Cindy.
My running slowed quickly. My running partner looked back at me, his eyes concerned as I bent over, having trouble breathing. It felt like there was something stuck inside of my lungs, stopping the steady flow of air. Turns out, I had asthma all along.
what is asthma is that even a word? is that the breathing problem why is it spelled like that english makes no sense at all. Can’t they even learn to spell phonetically?
Asthma.
Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. The boy tried to slow his breathing, wildly hoping she wouldn’t notice his discomfort.
Gasp.. Gasp.. Gasp..
Gradually, his gasps became breaths. The girl, as pretty as a rainbow, and sometimes appearing just as mystical, turned her eyes to him with a slow smile.
Gasp. Gasp. Gasp.
The boy again tried to slow his breathing, frustrated with himself. How was he ever meant to make this girl realise how much she meant to him if, every time he made eye contact, his breathing became so hard it was as though he was suffering from asthma?
she inhaled
a nailed down piece of plague
like everyday had a new stake in tobacco fields
a yielding moment occurred every time
her throat burned
from the word’s regurgitated
it gives an attack that makes everything go black i hate the way it makes me feel its like a curse from my ancestors but why? i cant understand who would want anyone to suffer something so aggravating and disfunctional ….. my mom said she had it when she was young.. i guess a lot of people have it
I want a different word, because I already did this one and I didn’t like it because I couldn’t think of anything to write. That was a long run-on sentence. Hahahaa