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.

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

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

I could feel my body temperature rising, my hands perspiring, my breathing become more rapid, and my eyes starting to feel heavy. My mind raced evaluating every sound, laugh, and conversation. I tried to act normal do what the voice made me think I should do, but there I was 11 years old sitting alone crying, trying to make it all stop.

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.”

There are so many things that I deal with on a day to day basis although since I moved in some respects it has gotten a lot better than it was. Before I had a lot of anxiety attacks due to the fact that I was always so stressed out. I use to worry about even having a B- in grades it would give me panic attacks it was that bad. To even where if I forgot to do something I always worried about a blow up. Now that I moved though it's as if my life has done a complete 180. I don’t have anxiety attacks at all anymore, and I can actually breathe for once. I don’t feel like I’m walking on eggshells anymore which is a great relief. I actually enjoy going home, and being with my family. Which is something I haven’t felt in years since I had to live with who I did. I love being with my family who love me, and want me with them. I finally feel at home which honestly maybe one of the greatest feelings in the

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

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

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