Life is in the breath

Where is life?

Life is breathing in and out. This is not what I said, it was said by the Buddhists, but I finally knew it was correct.

Just because I had a serious cold these days.

Yesterday evening, I suddenly felt that the situation was not good, and the cold virus had begun to attack my trachea recklessly.

I'm most afraid of this.

Because bad trachea is my old problem. Although I have been carefully maintaining it over the years, I still have palpitations in the moment of crisis.

So, without the slightest hesitation, he went straight to the clinic. After telling the doctor about the condition, the doctor gave me some medicine.

When I came back to take my medicine, I began to rest in bed.

Although the drug has been put to the stomach, it will take time for its effects to be exerted. It was at this stall that the condition began to worsen: the respiratory tract was itchy, the phlegm could not be coughed up, the breath was short, the upper and lower breath could not catch the breath...

I can only survive.

After a while, it seemed that thick phlegm blocked the airway, and I wanted to cough but did not have any strength. Moreover, every time you cough, it will cause severe pain in your throat, and your whole body will be half rounded.

I had to curl up, lying on my side on two pillows, I felt that I was already breathing like gossamer, and the only little breath I had, along the gap in the airway blocked by thick phlegm, made a faint sound of "hissing ~hissing"...

I know that my lungs, at this moment, the propaganda and suppression function is about to be scrapped!

This is not the first time this has happened, it has happened before. That's why I went to the clinic instead of choosing to resist. It's all come to this time, and it doesn't matter what antibiotics are not antibiotics, side effects are not side effects, go on!

I thought so, if I can survive tonight and the symptoms are alleviated, then continue to take medicine. Otherwise, hang the bottle directly tomorrow!

It is said that you can take medicine without injections, you can inject without infusion, you can manage him, now you have to be who is good to make whom, and it is important to save your life!

The whole first half of the night, unable to sleep, just like this in the extreme discomfort of the torment passed. It was around one o'clock in the morning that the symptoms finally eased, and it seemed that the effect of the medicine had worked, and our army had begun to recover the lost ground!

In the second half of the night, as the symptoms gradually improved, I didn't know when it was, and I fell asleep.

I was also really big, all tossed into this, and I had a dream, very clear and realistic: I spent very little money to buy two coal mines, and I was happy, dancing with my hands...

Thinking about it day by day, dreaming about it at night, it's true, because I did see a few articles about coal price increases yesterday.

When I woke up this morning, the symptoms of very discomfort had lessened, and I was able to cough up phlegm.

It seems that the worst of this cold has passed. Although I was still coughing constantly, I was able to judge with confidence: take the medicine and don't hang up the hanging bottle.

Don't underestimate the cold, this disease is going to kill people in many parts of the world. Fortunately, our Asian race still has a certain ability to resist...

Where is life? Life is in this breath and breath! People who are bouncing around live in this breath.

What else do you think you do?