a sickness where you can breath and its a horrible sickness to have.becaUSE YOU CANT play sports with out an inheiler and you cant breath when you get your attack so nobody likes asthma
i awe just so not careing about this i know 7 ppl with asthma and there all kool even theow they have it they still do stuf like football track and feild and allther thing and all kinds so asthma is bad but there is them day it have its good things <3 <3<3<3
gasping for air,
like drowning on dry land.
clinging on to every last
breath.
trying my best to
recovery from
the hurt
and pain
of my lungs
having it out for me.
Asthma has the properties or abilities, depending on how you wish to say it, to cause shortness in breath. Even cause asthma attacks or inability to breath properly.
this is the same word as yesterday. I thought these words changed every day. Why doesn’t this program work all the time. oerouncnaseckjhnnchu fkseuuuhhasfeefkjnsef
it must just be vuianuocnaeicuna anf ie problem. ouifnouaiunuifnkjhfasefkdrmglkdrvahh euhiunikjjkk;;oijjjllkujiujjkkj
I’ve always thought I had some type of illness; infertility, asthma, shin splints. But I’ve never been diagnosed. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a disease of thinking you have all diseases..the name escapes me…
Gasping I heard him starting to falter. He tries to describe it to me. Caving in lungs and oxygen being prevented from entering his body. I slow down. Time to walk. Bring your inhaler next time!
I’ve gotten asthma thrice in a row, is this some sort of joke? was I supposed to continue on after the first one? Is this the tutorial of a much larger scale game? In the evening, when it’s cold, my asthma returns in earnest, and no amount of Symbicort or Ventolin can stop it. I simply move less, and wake breathless, desperately grasping for release.
the smoke enters my lungs, and as if in protest the throat immediately coils around itself, wringing out any air i had like a wet cloth through a ringer. What’s left to escape whistling out a beautiful tune through the narrow tunnel of my trachea.
Luckily, I dont have asthma. Im glad I dont. Every september, when a form is distributed easking whether u contracted asthma, I find myself relieved to fill in the NO. blank. Afterall, I love my PE lessons so much that I couldnt afford to miss one lesson. It is out of my imagination how I would survive without a single PE lesson in my secondary school life if I got asthma. There’s a lot of things that we should have appreciated in our lives and this is defintely one of those.
this can be such an encumbrance for sufferers because there really is no cure and the medicines to help one cope with the condition are frought with side effects.
I have never had asthma.but have heard from people that it is very painful. there is a unique medicine available for asthma in India. They give you the medicinal paste in the mouth of a live fish and ask you to swallow it whole.
the fight against letting air into the body. tight lungs and stretched chests. the memory of my sister with the ventilator spitting eucalyptus scented air into the atmosphere. the rattle of life struggling to be heard.
Asthma might cause death for any person suffering with it, if not taken propoer care and medicine. It is very important that a person suffering with Asthma always has a nebulizer and puff with him/her.
Asthma is usually caused because of genetic reasons.
I am so glad that I do not have asthma. This is a very dangerous health ailment that have destroyed the lives of many people, and up to this day no one have been able to find a remedy to cure it.
when I was 8, I went to the doctors because I found it difficult to breathe. not difficult exactly, but uncomfortable. I felt like when I took in a breath, it did not fill my lungs like it was supposed to, and I felt unsatisfied. the doctor gave me a circular orange puffer. every night and morning I had to use it. it sprayed a fine powder into my mouth, along with a burst of cold air. i found it extremely unpleasant, but interesting.
One night, after my cousin’s reception, I had an asthma attack. My chest tighten, my throat closed off, everything grew darker, I could hardly breathe. Racing past lights and weaving through the city, I panicked. My puffer wasn’t with me. Parents grew scared. All I could do was hold tightly to my chest.
I have asthma. I know that there’s a large percentage of people, Asians especially, who have it. Why? There could be several causes. Asia is one of the largest tabacco producing continent as well as being a heavily polluted continent, with several countries like China and India creating such a large amount amount of air borne pollutants through the mass production of cars and the continuous development of cities.
There’s nothing like it. I’m hacking and coughing and I can’t help myself. I close my eyes because the world around me is going black anyway. I can’t breathe now. No one’s here to help me. I don’t have anything. I don’t have air. My lungs are missing now. I’m drowning in air, it surrounds me but I just can’t get at it. I reach out as far as I can in my blind state but the breeze has it’s own life and it tears away from me and I am left here again, with nothing in me. How do I get out of here? It’s like I’ve woken from a daze and now I’m on the floor, I can’t remember when I was standing, I can’t remember breathing. Last ounce of air. One. Two. Three. Gone.
There’s nothing like it. I’m hacking and coughing and I can’t help myself. I close my eyes because the world around me is going black anyway. I can’t breathe now. No one’s here to help me. I don’t have anything. I don’t have air. My lungs are missing now. I’m drowning in air, it surrounds me but I just can’t get at it. I reach out as far as I can in my blind state but the breeze has it’s own life and it tears away from me and I am left here again, with nothing in me.
tight chested and coughing, wheezing and squeezing my delicate but congested lungs, smoking gives me asthma I think. Just stop smoking instead of paying to die slowly.
The tickle in the throat should have been a sign. A sign of what was to come. She hadn’t even noticed the breathlessness. she certainly had no breathlessness now. In fact, she had no breath. Thanks to the asthma that riddled her lungs.
Dark, world cycling out of view. Everything begins to fade, growing far away. Not knowing what is just barely out of reach. Vice on the chest. Feeling like death, but a simple notion of daily life.
Pain, awful feeling in the middle of the night. I can’t breathe it makes me not think. Quick grab my purse so I can get my inhaler. Quit making me laugh, it makes it worse. If this is what comes of laughter, I will gladly accept it. It actually makes me think of happy times, with you! always.
I can’t breathe.
The hot sun shown down on me,
As if i’m the only one here.
The heat seems to pull me down.
Can’t help it
But i only can breathe a little.
The asthma in me can’t go away.
Almost thought that the heat will do the same.
It was so easy to not have to try. I was always going to be the fat sister, what better excuse then being sick? Truth is nothing takes the sting away, not even telling your track coach you have asthma.
He watched on as her hands fell from where she had been adjusting her hair, to her chest, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. She dropped to the ground, taking her bag with her, pulling objects out in a rush. He wanted to help her, but he couldn’t move. He was stuck, his feet built into the cracked cement that surrounded them
a sickness where you can breath and its a horrible sickness to have.becaUSE YOU CANT play sports with out an inheiler and you cant breath when you get your attack so nobody likes asthma
i awe just so not careing about this i know 7 ppl with asthma and there all kool even theow they have it they still do stuf like football track and feild and allther thing and all kinds so asthma is bad but there is them day it have its good things <3 <3<3<3
it’s a brething probleem.
it is bad it is gay lil duche bag about lossers hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Its Wen A Nigga Cnt Braeth If He/She Has been Running Too Long . Nd Sometimes Dey Gtta Go To Da ER Nd Stuff .
asthma is a disorder that makes it harder for people to breathe during sports
people have a trouble breathing. and they need a pump to get the air back in they mouth , and it can kill them.
gasping for air,
like drowning on dry land.
clinging on to every last
breath.
trying my best to
recovery from
the hurt
and pain
of my lungs
having it out for me.
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Both of my brothers have asthma. When they run they get tired fast cause their asthma starts to mess with them.
A gasp and a choke and a scream and a cry;
clawing at life, a terrible way to die.
Star-studded prison of gleaming steel,
Hades’ cool breath on your neck you feel.
Fingers, frantic, frenzied, fumble;
Ice below’s about to crumble.
Asthma has the properties or abilities, depending on how you wish to say it, to cause shortness in breath. Even cause asthma attacks or inability to breath properly.
this is the same word as yesterday. I thought these words changed every day. Why doesn’t this program work all the time. oerouncnaseckjhnnchu fkseuuuhhasfeefkjnsef
it must just be vuianuocnaeicuna anf ie problem. ouifnouaiunuifnkjhfasefkdrmglkdrvahh euhiunikjjkk;;oijjjllkujiujjkkj
I’ve always thought I had some type of illness; infertility, asthma, shin splints. But I’ve never been diagnosed. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a disease of thinking you have all diseases..the name escapes me…
Gasping I heard him starting to falter. He tries to describe it to me. Caving in lungs and oxygen being prevented from entering his body. I slow down. Time to walk. Bring your inhaler next time!
I’ve gotten asthma thrice in a row, is this some sort of joke? was I supposed to continue on after the first one? Is this the tutorial of a much larger scale game? In the evening, when it’s cold, my asthma returns in earnest, and no amount of Symbicort or Ventolin can stop it. I simply move less, and wake breathless, desperately grasping for release.
The way we easily say–“Take my breath away.”
Unarmed and unknowing the dire consequences.
the smoke enters my lungs, and as if in protest the throat immediately coils around itself, wringing out any air i had like a wet cloth through a ringer. What’s left to escape whistling out a beautiful tune through the narrow tunnel of my trachea.
icky, wheezing, coughing. Ugh, why do I have to have asthma? I can’t do anything that the other kids are doing! I want to run and jump.
Luckily, I dont have asthma. Im glad I dont. Every september, when a form is distributed easking whether u contracted asthma, I find myself relieved to fill in the NO. blank. Afterall, I love my PE lessons so much that I couldnt afford to miss one lesson. It is out of my imagination how I would survive without a single PE lesson in my secondary school life if I got asthma. There’s a lot of things that we should have appreciated in our lives and this is defintely one of those.
search for the breathe with tense anticipation was not what I needed on this wonderful fall day, but the asthma curse struck yet again.
this can be such an encumbrance for sufferers because there really is no cure and the medicines to help one cope with the condition are frought with side effects.
I have never had asthma.but have heard from people that it is very painful. there is a unique medicine available for asthma in India. They give you the medicinal paste in the mouth of a live fish and ask you to swallow it whole.
the fight against letting air into the body. tight lungs and stretched chests. the memory of my sister with the ventilator spitting eucalyptus scented air into the atmosphere. the rattle of life struggling to be heard.
Asthma might cause death for any person suffering with it, if not taken propoer care and medicine. It is very important that a person suffering with Asthma always has a nebulizer and puff with him/her.
Asthma is usually caused because of genetic reasons.
I am so glad that I do not have asthma. This is a very dangerous health ailment that have destroyed the lives of many people, and up to this day no one have been able to find a remedy to cure it.
when I was 8, I went to the doctors because I found it difficult to breathe. not difficult exactly, but uncomfortable. I felt like when I took in a breath, it did not fill my lungs like it was supposed to, and I felt unsatisfied. the doctor gave me a circular orange puffer. every night and morning I had to use it. it sprayed a fine powder into my mouth, along with a burst of cold air. i found it extremely unpleasant, but interesting.
One night, after my cousin’s reception, I had an asthma attack. My chest tighten, my throat closed off, everything grew darker, I could hardly breathe. Racing past lights and weaving through the city, I panicked. My puffer wasn’t with me. Parents grew scared. All I could do was hold tightly to my chest.
I have asthma. I know that there’s a large percentage of people, Asians especially, who have it. Why? There could be several causes. Asia is one of the largest tabacco producing continent as well as being a heavily polluted continent, with several countries like China and India creating such a large amount amount of air borne pollutants through the mass production of cars and the continuous development of cities.
There’s nothing like it. I’m hacking and coughing and I can’t help myself. I close my eyes because the world around me is going black anyway. I can’t breathe now. No one’s here to help me. I don’t have anything. I don’t have air. My lungs are missing now. I’m drowning in air, it surrounds me but I just can’t get at it. I reach out as far as I can in my blind state but the breeze has it’s own life and it tears away from me and I am left here again, with nothing in me. How do I get out of here? It’s like I’ve woken from a daze and now I’m on the floor, I can’t remember when I was standing, I can’t remember breathing. Last ounce of air. One. Two. Three. Gone.
There’s nothing like it. I’m hacking and coughing and I can’t help myself. I close my eyes because the world around me is going black anyway. I can’t breathe now. No one’s here to help me. I don’t have anything. I don’t have air. My lungs are missing now. I’m drowning in air, it surrounds me but I just can’t get at it. I reach out as far as I can in my blind state but the breeze has it’s own life and it tears away from me and I am left here again, with nothing in me.
She gasped for air. It felt as though her lungs were closing in, caving under the pressure of that one last breath.
tight chested and coughing, wheezing and squeezing my delicate but congested lungs, smoking gives me asthma I think. Just stop smoking instead of paying to die slowly.
The tickle in the throat should have been a sign. A sign of what was to come. She hadn’t even noticed the breathlessness. she certainly had no breathlessness now. In fact, she had no breath. Thanks to the asthma that riddled her lungs.
Dark, world cycling out of view. Everything begins to fade, growing far away. Not knowing what is just barely out of reach. Vice on the chest. Feeling like death, but a simple notion of daily life.
Pain, awful feeling in the middle of the night. I can’t breathe it makes me not think. Quick grab my purse so I can get my inhaler. Quit making me laugh, it makes it worse. If this is what comes of laughter, I will gladly accept it. It actually makes me think of happy times, with you! always.
I can’t breathe.
The hot sun shown down on me,
As if i’m the only one here.
The heat seems to pull me down.
Can’t help it
But i only can breathe a little.
The asthma in me can’t go away.
Almost thought that the heat will do the same.
It was so easy to not have to try. I was always going to be the fat sister, what better excuse then being sick? Truth is nothing takes the sting away, not even telling your track coach you have asthma.
I had asthma when I was little. And I used to have one of those puffers. Sometimes I would do it just for fun. I don’t have it anymore though
He watched on as her hands fell from where she had been adjusting her hair, to her chest, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. She dropped to the ground, taking her bag with her, pulling objects out in a rush. He wanted to help her, but he couldn’t move. He was stuck, his feet built into the cracked cement that surrounded them