A Healthy Pair Of Lungs-Personal Narrative

Hello everyone and welcome aboard! I am S Y. with Voyage Health. Today, we will embark together in my mini-sub and we shall travel through the body of this young lady named Lola. In this journey we will enter her body through the femoral vein and travel all the way to her lung.

I began convulsions as my brain was trying to stimulate my lungs to get more air. My eyes began to close and it was extremely hard to open them and keep them open. I soon started seeing black surrounding my eyes and everyone became a blur. I was not able to respond to anyone because I could not get enough air to both breathe and talk. I could hear their questions like “Mariah, can you hear me?” or “Hello. Mariah. I need you to respond.” I felt quite scared because I was trying my hardest, but nothing was coming out. The lady said my oxygen level was 58 and I was near respiratory failure, so I needed to get to the hospital. I began to become very nervous and uneasy. All I could see was black and my body could not stop shaking. The paramedics were in serious mode because due to my unresponsiveness and uncontrollable shaking they assumed I was having a small seizure. I got into the ambulance and they put an oxygen mask, which helped me breathe more than I could imagine. Once I arrived at the hospital they took me back to a room and gave me an oral steroid and a nebulizer treatment. This immediately

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

“Damn. This. Stupid. Thing.” Freddy grumbled under his breath, wiping the beads of sweat that had begun accumulating on his brow. Frustrated, Fred interlocked his fingers behind his back, resulting in a loud CRACK from his spine. He sighed heavily as he dropped his hands to his side.

This made me quit hanging out with friends however when I began middle school I started to discover that it is a typical thing so I started simply doing what I regularly would do and in the event that I had a fit of anxiety then I would utilize the methods I gained from my specialist. I had numerous individuals help me through this crucial step of my life and I learned through these individuals to be strong and even the most astute and most grounded individuals have difficulties. Another hardship I'm experiencing in my life at the present time is financial issues. My dad's company he was working for went out of business so he needed to begin another job that didn't pay to such an extent. He was them jobless for a couple of months until he recently found a new

I am Mr. Lungs. I am located on either side of the chest. I am in the respiratory system. Air is taken to the body from the nose, or the mouth, then taken to the trachea, which branches off to the bronchi, then to me. I work with the heart and the blood as well. My main functions are to do a process called “respiration,” or breathing. In respiration, oxygen from incoming air enters the blood, and carbon dioxide leaves the blood. In order to do this, oxygen, coming from air, comes to the nose, or the mouth, then to the trachea, then the bronchi, and finally to me. I am important because, I supply the body with oxygen, and take waste out. The Human Body Corporation needs oxygen to live. You should not fire me because, the Human Body Corporation

As a teenager in India, I developed an insatiable curiosity for medicine when I took care of my ailing aunt. My only aunt had multiple medical issues since her early twenties. She passed away when she was 53, but I remember her telling me how she had to struggle with diabetes. Since the age of 20 she had repeated miscarriages and stillbirths during her reproductive years. She developed recurrent pulmonary infections and pulmonary edema; unfortunately, a diagnosis wasn’t made until she was very sick. Finally, a diagnosis of Primary Pulmonary Hypertension was made but her prognosis was poor. My aunt who was childless always was fond of me and considered me her child. My bond with my aunt grew strong in her last days on earth. The

Driving to Long Beach with my family, I watched the trees and cars zoom past. Suddenly, as my heart began to pound throughout my whole body, I felt my chest and throat tighten and my muscles stiffen. My brain shut out my surroundings and focused on the panic setting in. Sweat dripped down my palms as I gripped the car handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. Disorientation followed and I was consumed by fear, transported to an empty, helpless space. I had passed the thin line that separated composure and panic. By the time we got to the apartment, I was relieved to have a change of surroundings as I stumbled out of the car. I was shaking when I got out and rushed inside the apartment to calm myself down.This was one of many more panic attacks

I could feel my lungs collapsing, taking a shuddering breath of air, I reached for the “help” button. As my vision went black I could hear the comforting voices of the nurses “you’ll be ok son, we won’t let you go, not now its too soon.”

When I was just figuring out what was happening, I was never happy. Every time I laughed or smiled, it wasn’t genuine. Not being happy as a child was really tough because I saw all my friends smiling and laughing and I was always jealous of that. My anxiety was basically taking over my life, so I tried to not let it be as bad as it was. As I got older, it got worse, but my confidence was more evident. Starting junior high, I was still struggling with the anxiety and my insecurities. I remember on the first day of school I sat in the bathroom for lunch because I didn't have any friends and I didn't want to eat with someone I didn't know. I soon made friends and didn't worry about having an anxiety attack every day at lunch. Making new friends has always been a hard thing for me. I can't simply go up to someone and start a conversation with them without feeling my blood rushing through my body or feeling like I’m bothering them. My mom always tells me to “make new friends”, but I don't think she realizes that I literally can't. I have no idea how I have friends right now because I can't talk to

This all has lead to where I am now. Comfortable with who I am and confident in who I’m still in the process of becoming. A given I know about myself now is that, without my social anxiety, I’m able to hold great conversation and enjoy myself out and about, however, I’m no extravert. I still enjoy a good book and staying in more than being social. The difference being, now I can also enjoy going out and being social. Along with that bonus, I don’t run and hide when people pop over to visit. Well, occasionally I still run and hide, but that's because of them and not

I felt my throat start to burn, my eyes were stinging, my head was pounding and my ears were ringing. Everything hurt, and the more I tried not to scream the more I found myself wanting to. Before long, I heard myself screaming. As much as I tried not to, I did. It felt as if knives were being flung down my throat, slicing at my vocal chords with a deadly

After a while, I was fed up with my anxiety. Having around twenty panic attacks a day puts a lot on the human body and the way it functions. I did not feeling human anymore. I talked

The panic attacks had scarred me, traumatized me, and changed me into someone I couldn’t recognize anymore. I had always been a shy person that would overthink everything but it wasn’t just shyness anymore, I was terrified. Terrified o taking the bus by alone. Terrified of going to the store. Terrified of going to classes. Terrified of being left alone.

Help…Someone help! God make it stop! My lungs became filled, my heart stood still, pounding in the momentary silence. I laid alone in the darkness, as no one came to my aid in the seemingly near-death struggle. My body quivered and shook as my mind turned against me.