The pain in my lungs returned. It was sharp, but only lasted a breath.
My first chest x-ray was when I was at the end of elementary school, I had complained of chest pain for awhile. The results were inconclusive.
After a high school track run in the dusty building I got a lung infection. I had to breathe with this special machine that I could easily plug into an outlet, the medicine was dispersed through air. I also got an inhaler. The NP said it might be exercise-induced asthma. I had to stay at home. I was out a week. My friends had joked that they thought I had died. I continued track but didn't do that much running. Ironically.
The first year of college my breathing troubles appeared again. I cried in my dorm after a run. I had to accept the wheeze whenever I ran. I still get slightly lightheaded and have difficulty expelling breath. I still run though cause I love it. Compounding my breathing difficulties, my weak, once-sprained ankle acts up now and then so I can only run continuously in short bursts, until the pain returns and strains my weak ankle. It's frustrating. I once dreamt about running, there was no chest burning or pain. I felt like I was speeding frictionless through the air. It was amazing. But it was still a dream; untrue.
Whenever I went to health services for severe chest coughing, I would always get a cough suppressant and a suggestion of taking allergy medication. They never confirmed if I had asthma though. Once in a while I'll have some mild coughing, but its easily manageable, so I don't bother going to the doctor to get it checked out. I should though, I know better.
I think I know how I'm going to die, if it's ever natural. It's going to be due to my lungs breathing ineffectively. They're going to betray me.
