My little sister and Nana have asthma. I don’t but I feel like it would be like drowning on your own air, your lungs nearly collapsing, and you’re fighting to breathe. A losing battle. Death must seem so close.
My friend has asthma. She cannot help the way that air goes through her lungs. Sometimes when we go for runs i don’t think she is going to make it. My depression makes it feel like i have it. I cannot get a lung full of air.
Chelsea
Hard to show up, translucent feelings in the air, allergies, plug your nose and close your throat up,a show boat with going for low blows snuffing soda, waves of grain American hit a home run like Sammy Sosa, keep it running without a modem and haunt me dead leave me cold the snow’s fun, cold run through a park or playground with a loaded gun, soaked with blood acing lung out of breath and done choked up
Chris
My roommate has asthma. That is why she doesn’t smoke. She sings beautifully
Her voice is strong. There is no weakness in her lungs, at least not to the listening ears.
Danielle
My brother has asthma. It is annoying for him, He tries to hide it because he sees it as weakness. He doesn’t have it very bad but it does limit him physically, sometimes he doesn’t tell me when he is hurting because he is afraid I will judge.
They say I was born with asthma. But it was gone by the time I was two. I don’t think people are “born” with asthma that just goes away. I think someone got something wrong. But I think the most interesting fact about this is that I remember, back before 1960, that the doctor used to come to our house to examine me. Yes, he made house call.
heaving chest, gasping for air, shallow breathing – is this the end?
stay away from cats my dear, mother always says
would i had listened
Katherine Mahoney
asthma sucks. You cant run or smoke or hold your breath for lengthy periods of time. But it is a good excuse to get out of gym or random things you dislike. Maybe carry around an empty container
A
Shallow breaths—gasping for air.
The chest expanding, but nothingness.
Air can’t get in—panic sets in.
His asthma taking over.
“Relax, relax” is all anyone can say.
Slowly he calms down—
eventually able to breathe again.
Theresa
“I can’t breathe.”
“Dude, you don’t have asthma.” James cast a sideways look in my direction. “You look like-”
“Don’t say it.” I interrupted, still staring out across the university parking lot. “Really. She can probably hear it.”
“She’s like, a hundred feet away. I don’t think so.” He huffed. “Really! You’re such a-”
“Gentleman?” I flashed a toothy grin. “Yeah. I know. She likes that.”
“I–wha…dude.” James sighed and turned away.
I trotted across the parking lot to offer my assistance to my future girlfriend.
Breathing hard, I begin to bend over in agony. Stomach acid crawling up my throat, I begin to heave, I swallow hard, willing myself not to puke. I reach for my inhaler. Why must I run knowing I have Asthma?
Astrid
When I was in the third grade, we had a convocation about asthma and how it was a real disease. They explained that having asthma could be compared to breathing through a stirring stick for coffee. When I tried it, it was as if my lungs had been replaced with those of a mouse.
she clawed the armrests of the wooden chair. her chest rose and fell with every panicked breath. her legs strained against the tight ropes, her skin reddening as the hairy hem chafed against it
steph
I could never imagine having asthma. I imagine it like breathing through a tiny straw, almost like the ones you would use to stir coffee with. Lack of air is truly terrifying nd is one of my greatest fears. I have had numerous dreams where I am in public areas and I am at a loss for air only to awaken gasping continuously.
Jillian Ellison
I can breathe. I breathe really well. When I breathe well, I do my best acting. I was never a kid with asthma, but Jonathan was. He also looked like E.T. in human form. Poor kid. If I ever have children, I would wish them to be healthy.
carrie
I never had to deal with bullying, but I never understood why kids in movies made fun of the guy with asthma. Like, there was nothing wrong with him, except that he INHALED AIR THROUGH A FREAKING COOL TUBE. Like, what’s weird about that?
I cough and wheeze trying to breathe through the air. The air becomes thinner and thinner as I struggle more and more coughing violently and trying desperately to get my breathing back to normal. I have been afflicted with this condition since I was a little kid and still find it hard to cope.
Gilltyascharged
My mother has asthma and it’s a shame–she denies it to this day because she has started smoking again. A habit she had given up long ago. Now in order to rationalize her smoking habit she will claim straight to a doctor’s face that she has never had asthma. I don’t want her to have another occurence. It’s too scary to handle.
Ash
I was wheezing my chest felt tight, like I might die right then and there. I really didn’t want to go like this I had so much to live for. My heart could be felt pounding against my chest and I keeled over, falling to the ground in my asthmatic attack. Nobody stopped they just stared as I couldn’t breathe.
Katey Lodin
breathing gets harder
short stop
lungs burn
heart races
eyes water
chest aches
and the world keeps on spinning
while i am frozen in airless space
asthma. so many people at my school have asthma, and it surprises me how many people actually have it. you dont notice until you glimpse them sucking their inhaler quickly by their locker, or grabbing a quick suck from the PE teacher
He was thrusting, pulling in and out. I was so caught in the passion, breathing heavily. Too heavily. My lungs! They were on fire! I tried to ask him to stop but all that I could muster was a sad little croak, a whimper. He mistook that for pleasure.
Briana
No, don’t do it!
You can’t run away, you have asthma. If you run, you’ll cough. If you run, you’ll choke.
It’s easier.
It’s easier to just let him take you, even though you don’t want it to happen. Even though he wants you body.
If you run, you’ll die.
Briana
I have asthma. it started when i moved to nc. i suddenly devloped it, now it sucks, is terriable, horrid, hard to breathe, my lungs hurt breath catches and heart pumps.
Savannah
Asthma is one of the most unfortunate afflictions I have ever come across. Anything from dust to smoke could cause some sort of a reaction, ranging from a sneeze to a fatality. Truly, it is a demonic possession of one’s lungs.
Briana
Her face was turning blue
And
I ran for the inhaler
And
I tried to save her
And
She was too far gone
And
It was too far away
And
I’m sorry
And
I’m sorry
Alias
It must be brutal. Treatable, far worse things could happen. But think about it; breath caught in your throat, fear of rigorous exercise, I don’t know what I would do.
Running, running, running. That’s all she could think about, as she left her small home. Gone. Done. She was finally free. Free from the abuse, yelling, the reek of alcohol. She felt as if she was flying; until, that is, she doubled over, chest heaving. Damn asthma.
Maddie
She learned how to sleep sitting erect, propped up by pillows. Her asthma made prostrate sleep impossible.
My friend Kelsey has asthma. Sometimes, our smoking effects her adversely which in turn causes me great pain. I do not know what the pain of asthma is like but I worry for her sometimes. It’s as though she might pass away one day from our simple act of sucking on cancer sticks. It is tragic indeed.
Andi Muxo
She liked to chase the scrawny red-headed second-grade boy who spoke in lispy whispers. She could smell the asthma inhaler vapor on his breath when he told her she was the second most beautifulest girl in the world after his mommy.
Neelvar
i dont even know what the word is, wait yes i do . its the disease that makes you cough i feel bad for people who have trouble breathing. and reading what i just wrote makes me sound like a stupid re re. im not blonde i swear i just did what it told me, dont think just write. asthma
rachel morgan
One of my friends has asthma but only sometimes. She told me last year that she has it because of something that happened in elementary schoool, maybe third grade. She was choked by someone and almost suffocated. She never told me who or why, but i worry about her. She is getting surgery soon to fix it so it will be better though.
a friend of mine had an attack… when we were children… we were at our sitter’s house… it was a stormy day… my friend had an attack… the meds didn’t really help… there was nothing anyone could do… my friend couldn’t get a good deep breath… our sitter just sat and rocked my friend in an old rocking chair… my friend’s sister and I didn’t know what to do… we were all so scared… would the asthma attack stop… would my friend be able to breath again….
Michael
Asthma is kind of like turning yourself to stone. It’s a hard thing to do, just as asthma makes it hard to breathe. First, you must take all of your hatred and bring it up, but quickly shut your teeth to keep it down. You must concentrate on turning the magma of hate to stone. You must know how to breathe.
Hannah Lane
He had asthma. I hated it. All of that damned wheezing made me angry. It made me angry because it didn’t have to be as bad as it was. His anxiety ratcheted up a notch with every struggling breath he took. It was the bad past with his fearful mother coming back to haunt him. Her fear splattered all over him and soaked in until it was embedded deep within him. I could not reach in and pluck it out. It disabled him. He protested often “I can’t do that” or “you know what happened last time we tried…” I used to think it was an excuse. I know, now, that it isn’t. I can’t reach inside of him and pluck out his fear as if it were a rotten apple in a whole beautiful barrel of them. It was worse than that. It was a hard, heavy ball of steel that I had not the strength to lift.
I run as fast as I can, my shoes slapping against the asphalt steadily
I feel my lungs tightening and my breath getting quicker and quicker
My asthma forces me to stop when all I wanna do is continue forever
All I wanna do is get as far away as possible
Pulsating lungs; swimming through vast oceans and seas for just one fingerprint upon my collarbone, your fingerprint, sizzles like an iron on my epidermis. Your touch is absent minded, and i feel it each day i wake up on a lonely bed with the cutains drawn. Things have never been so contorted.
Asthma is one of the most common affections on children. It can be very scary for a mother to see their kid struggling to breath. Luckily, its easy to be treated.
My little sister and Nana have asthma. I don’t but I feel like it would be like drowning on your own air, your lungs nearly collapsing, and you’re fighting to breathe. A losing battle. Death must seem so close.
My friend has asthma. She cannot help the way that air goes through her lungs. Sometimes when we go for runs i don’t think she is going to make it. My depression makes it feel like i have it. I cannot get a lung full of air.
Hard to show up, translucent feelings in the air, allergies, plug your nose and close your throat up,a show boat with going for low blows snuffing soda, waves of grain American hit a home run like Sammy Sosa, keep it running without a modem and haunt me dead leave me cold the snow’s fun, cold run through a park or playground with a loaded gun, soaked with blood acing lung out of breath and done choked up
My roommate has asthma. That is why she doesn’t smoke. She sings beautifully
Her voice is strong. There is no weakness in her lungs, at least not to the listening ears.
My brother has asthma. It is annoying for him, He tries to hide it because he sees it as weakness. He doesn’t have it very bad but it does limit him physically, sometimes he doesn’t tell me when he is hurting because he is afraid I will judge.
They say I was born with asthma. But it was gone by the time I was two. I don’t think people are “born” with asthma that just goes away. I think someone got something wrong. But I think the most interesting fact about this is that I remember, back before 1960, that the doctor used to come to our house to examine me. Yes, he made house call.
heaving chest, gasping for air, shallow breathing – is this the end?
stay away from cats my dear, mother always says
would i had listened
asthma sucks. You cant run or smoke or hold your breath for lengthy periods of time. But it is a good excuse to get out of gym or random things you dislike. Maybe carry around an empty container
Shallow breaths—gasping for air.
The chest expanding, but nothingness.
Air can’t get in—panic sets in.
His asthma taking over.
“Relax, relax” is all anyone can say.
Slowly he calms down—
eventually able to breathe again.
“I can’t breathe.”
“Dude, you don’t have asthma.” James cast a sideways look in my direction. “You look like-”
“Don’t say it.” I interrupted, still staring out across the university parking lot. “Really. She can probably hear it.”
“She’s like, a hundred feet away. I don’t think so.” He huffed. “Really! You’re such a-”
“Gentleman?” I flashed a toothy grin. “Yeah. I know. She likes that.”
“I–wha…dude.” James sighed and turned away.
I trotted across the parking lot to offer my assistance to my future girlfriend.
Breathing hard, I begin to bend over in agony. Stomach acid crawling up my throat, I begin to heave, I swallow hard, willing myself not to puke. I reach for my inhaler. Why must I run knowing I have Asthma?
When I was in the third grade, we had a convocation about asthma and how it was a real disease. They explained that having asthma could be compared to breathing through a stirring stick for coffee. When I tried it, it was as if my lungs had been replaced with those of a mouse.
she clawed the armrests of the wooden chair. her chest rose and fell with every panicked breath. her legs strained against the tight ropes, her skin reddening as the hairy hem chafed against it
I could never imagine having asthma. I imagine it like breathing through a tiny straw, almost like the ones you would use to stir coffee with. Lack of air is truly terrifying nd is one of my greatest fears. I have had numerous dreams where I am in public areas and I am at a loss for air only to awaken gasping continuously.
I can breathe. I breathe really well. When I breathe well, I do my best acting. I was never a kid with asthma, but Jonathan was. He also looked like E.T. in human form. Poor kid. If I ever have children, I would wish them to be healthy.
I never had to deal with bullying, but I never understood why kids in movies made fun of the guy with asthma. Like, there was nothing wrong with him, except that he INHALED AIR THROUGH A FREAKING COOL TUBE. Like, what’s weird about that?
I cough and wheeze trying to breathe through the air. The air becomes thinner and thinner as I struggle more and more coughing violently and trying desperately to get my breathing back to normal. I have been afflicted with this condition since I was a little kid and still find it hard to cope.
My mother has asthma and it’s a shame–she denies it to this day because she has started smoking again. A habit she had given up long ago. Now in order to rationalize her smoking habit she will claim straight to a doctor’s face that she has never had asthma. I don’t want her to have another occurence. It’s too scary to handle.
I was wheezing my chest felt tight, like I might die right then and there. I really didn’t want to go like this I had so much to live for. My heart could be felt pounding against my chest and I keeled over, falling to the ground in my asthmatic attack. Nobody stopped they just stared as I couldn’t breathe.
breathing gets harder
short stop
lungs burn
heart races
eyes water
chest aches
and the world keeps on spinning
while i am frozen in airless space
asthma. so many people at my school have asthma, and it surprises me how many people actually have it. you dont notice until you glimpse them sucking their inhaler quickly by their locker, or grabbing a quick suck from the PE teacher
He was thrusting, pulling in and out. I was so caught in the passion, breathing heavily. Too heavily. My lungs! They were on fire! I tried to ask him to stop but all that I could muster was a sad little croak, a whimper. He mistook that for pleasure.
No, don’t do it!
You can’t run away, you have asthma. If you run, you’ll cough. If you run, you’ll choke.
It’s easier.
It’s easier to just let him take you, even though you don’t want it to happen. Even though he wants you body.
If you run, you’ll die.
I have asthma. it started when i moved to nc. i suddenly devloped it, now it sucks, is terriable, horrid, hard to breathe, my lungs hurt breath catches and heart pumps.
Asthma is one of the most unfortunate afflictions I have ever come across. Anything from dust to smoke could cause some sort of a reaction, ranging from a sneeze to a fatality. Truly, it is a demonic possession of one’s lungs.
Her face was turning blue
And
I ran for the inhaler
And
I tried to save her
And
She was too far gone
And
It was too far away
And
I’m sorry
And
I’m sorry
It must be brutal. Treatable, far worse things could happen. But think about it; breath caught in your throat, fear of rigorous exercise, I don’t know what I would do.
Running, running, running. That’s all she could think about, as she left her small home. Gone. Done. She was finally free. Free from the abuse, yelling, the reek of alcohol. She felt as if she was flying; until, that is, she doubled over, chest heaving. Damn asthma.
She learned how to sleep sitting erect, propped up by pillows. Her asthma made prostrate sleep impossible.
My friend Kelsey has asthma. Sometimes, our smoking effects her adversely which in turn causes me great pain. I do not know what the pain of asthma is like but I worry for her sometimes. It’s as though she might pass away one day from our simple act of sucking on cancer sticks. It is tragic indeed.
She liked to chase the scrawny red-headed second-grade boy who spoke in lispy whispers. She could smell the asthma inhaler vapor on his breath when he told her she was the second most beautifulest girl in the world after his mommy.
i dont even know what the word is, wait yes i do . its the disease that makes you cough i feel bad for people who have trouble breathing. and reading what i just wrote makes me sound like a stupid re re. im not blonde i swear i just did what it told me, dont think just write. asthma
One of my friends has asthma but only sometimes. She told me last year that she has it because of something that happened in elementary schoool, maybe third grade. She was choked by someone and almost suffocated. She never told me who or why, but i worry about her. She is getting surgery soon to fix it so it will be better though.
a friend of mine had an attack… when we were children… we were at our sitter’s house… it was a stormy day… my friend had an attack… the meds didn’t really help… there was nothing anyone could do… my friend couldn’t get a good deep breath… our sitter just sat and rocked my friend in an old rocking chair… my friend’s sister and I didn’t know what to do… we were all so scared… would the asthma attack stop… would my friend be able to breath again….
Asthma is kind of like turning yourself to stone. It’s a hard thing to do, just as asthma makes it hard to breathe. First, you must take all of your hatred and bring it up, but quickly shut your teeth to keep it down. You must concentrate on turning the magma of hate to stone. You must know how to breathe.
He had asthma. I hated it. All of that damned wheezing made me angry. It made me angry because it didn’t have to be as bad as it was. His anxiety ratcheted up a notch with every struggling breath he took. It was the bad past with his fearful mother coming back to haunt him. Her fear splattered all over him and soaked in until it was embedded deep within him. I could not reach in and pluck it out. It disabled him. He protested often “I can’t do that” or “you know what happened last time we tried…” I used to think it was an excuse. I know, now, that it isn’t. I can’t reach inside of him and pluck out his fear as if it were a rotten apple in a whole beautiful barrel of them. It was worse than that. It was a hard, heavy ball of steel that I had not the strength to lift.
I run as fast as I can, my shoes slapping against the asphalt steadily
I feel my lungs tightening and my breath getting quicker and quicker
My asthma forces me to stop when all I wanna do is continue forever
All I wanna do is get as far away as possible
Pulsating lungs; swimming through vast oceans and seas for just one fingerprint upon my collarbone, your fingerprint, sizzles like an iron on my epidermis. Your touch is absent minded, and i feel it each day i wake up on a lonely bed with the cutains drawn. Things have never been so contorted.
“Tobias what if I had asthma.”
“You don’t.”
“Too true. But what if I did?”
“I dunno. You’d get an inhaler.”
“How would you feel if I – ” wheeze ” – oh no – ” wheeze ” – I can’t – ” WHEEZE ” – TOBIAS – !”
Clutching dramatically at his throat, Astor trust-fell backwards into Tobias’s waiting arms while the latter chuckled and shook his head.
Asthma is one of the most common affections on children. It can be very scary for a mother to see their kid struggling to breath. Luckily, its easy to be treated.