I don't know what happened yesterday, but Tonight I got into an epic fight. They came up to me while I was resting and poked me. I tried to ignore them at first, but the harder I tried the harder they poked. Finally when I tried to ignore them they shoved me, knocking the wind out of my chest. They pushed me so hard I had to bend over to breathe. That’s when I hit them with my first punch. The first punch didn’t phase them so I hit them again. They responded by punching me in the chest even harder. When the time finally came I reved up and swung again. This time I took them back, but only for a second. They gave me all they had and left my throwing up into a dark hole. My mother who was with me asked if she should call my doctor, but I wouldn’t let them win. I hit them again, and I could feel their weight taken off my chest. I was relieved, I was grateful. Little did I know they were just back in their corner preparing for round 2. Like a snake they snuck up on me and shoved with everything they had. I couldn’t let them win, after fighting longer I hit them one last time and felt the relief. So I leaned back, closed my eyes, and beathed in deep oxygen soaked breathes. Thankful that yet again, asthma didn’t win. Crap. I think I’m just going to stop stressing out about the
11/5/12
Dear lungs, Please Continue Working
I don't know what happened yesterday, but Tonight I got into an epic fight. They came up to me while I was resting and poked me. I tried to ignore them at first, but the harder I tried the harder they poked. Finally when I tried to ignore them they shoved me, knocking the wind out of my chest. They pushed me so hard I had to bend over to breathe. That’s when I hit them with my first punch. The first punch didn’t phase them so I hit them again. They responded by punching me in the chest even harder. When the time finally came I reved up and swung again. This time I took them back, but only for a second. They gave me all they had and left my throwing up into a dark hole. My mother who was with me asked if she should call my doctor, but I wouldn’t let them win. I hit them again, and I could feel their weight taken off my chest. I was relieved, I was grateful. Little did I know they were just back in their corner preparing for round 2. Like a snake they snuck up on me and shoved with everything they had. I couldn’t let them win, after fighting longer I hit them one last time and felt the relief. So I leaned back, closed my eyes, and beathed in deep oxygen soaked breathes. Thankful that yet again, asthma didn’t win. Crap. I think I’m just going to stop stressing out about the
