Monday, June 2, 2008
Back at it
Breathe.
I AM breathing.
Not like that, you stupid twat. Breathe like you mean it. Diaphragm deep.
It hurts.
I don't care. Do it.
And so I did. It was 5:48 am, and my alarm had just gone off. I awoke from the night's fitful sleep to the feeling that there was a horse standing on my chest. The pain and pressure, directly above my left breast, were excruciating. I turned to lay flat on my back, and stretched my neck and shoulders. It didn't help.
So I breathed. Slow, deep, shuddering breaths, one after the other. After twenty minutes or so, it had subsided to a dull ache. I got out of bed, took four advil, and started my day.
I AM breathing.
Not like that, you stupid twat. Breathe like you mean it. Diaphragm deep.
It hurts.
I don't care. Do it.
And so I did. It was 5:48 am, and my alarm had just gone off. I awoke from the night's fitful sleep to the feeling that there was a horse standing on my chest. The pain and pressure, directly above my left breast, were excruciating. I turned to lay flat on my back, and stretched my neck and shoulders. It didn't help.
So I breathed. Slow, deep, shuddering breaths, one after the other. After twenty minutes or so, it had subsided to a dull ache. I got out of bed, took four advil, and started my day.
2 comments:
Ouch :(
I've had days like those
*hugs*