Breath the aftermath of a panic, I think.
Tonight I could not sleep, my heart was beating strongly, after a few breaths I was forced to make one with the mouth of those who suddenly opened his throat to let in much air all at once. Would not stop beating like that crazy and I can not breathe. I stayed two hours to read and tinker with the light on him and Tori, but the situation did not improve. In the end I decided to finally turn off the light and feel with great concentration to breathe slowly and deeply to try to bring down the beats. Nothing to do. In return for my commitment to get the arm left tingling. Then go crazy and run in my bed like a child frightened by a bad dream. Although the archetypal child could not be me ... I do not remember ever having consciously awakened my why. Usually I screamed. O burst into tears. But I do not remember ever move out of bed.
Maybe the anxiety is getting more consistent, because they do not agree to be neglected and set aside. Or maybe the antibiotics they tried to kill me. I do not know, I do not know much about antibiotics, is the third time that I take (1. Otitis 2. Bronchopneumonia). I mean, I've never even taken an aspirin.
However, even now there is something wrong. I hunger for air, I feel suffocated. And the terrifying dreams this morning I still have them all on him.
Luckily today it's sunny.
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