ne of the sure signs of dying is difficulty in breathing, which is followed by the surest sign of dying, which is not breathing.
So I can’t imagine a more terrifying condition than asthma, which simulates your death for you over and over again, just in case you forgot what it might be like.
I’ve only had shortness of breath once or twice in my life, and I can tell you, it was mortifying.
Death would not be so bad if you didn’t have to stop breathing. The body just downright objects to that.
I have been underwater for a few more seconds than my lungs appreciated, trying to surface, praying prayers in every single language I knew, including a few I made up, desperately paddling my way to get to oxygen again.
I think because movies have treated asthma as a condition which is handled with an inhaler or some sort of medication, we don’t really pick up how horrifying it must be to be unable to get air into your lungs.
So all of my concern and prayers go out to those who experience this condition, and have been victimized by it–and also a quick prayer for a cure.
I like to breathe.
When I was a kid I didn’t even enjoy going under water and holding my breath to compete with others, to see who could last the longest. I’ve never participated in a contest while going through a tunnel to see who could hold their breath through the whole experience.
I’m pretty well addicted to about 45 inhales and exhales every minute.
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