One time I was at school in biology class (kinda symbolic) and I felt a strong piercing pain that felt it was coming from one of my lungs. Every time I would breathe in I felt that sharp pain.
In a short period of time I felt weak, so I skipped the afternoon classes and went home. Soon my lungs were filled with pus. I went to the doctor days later, and she said I had bronchitis.
I took medicine after medicine and nothing worked. I would even inhale steam from a pot of water to loosen up the phlegm inside my lungs based on advise from a medical encyclopedia I had, cuz nothing was working. I was having trouble breathing and was coughing so much my mom was mad at me for that. I had this for like 6 months at least.
One day I awoke from my sleep forcing myself to breathe. It was as if my diaphragm stopped working. I thought I would not make it til the morning so I prayed, then did some creative visualization - a technique I've learned from a few books dealing with mind over matter stuff.
I envisioned myself running and breathing easily and normally and enjoying it on a bright sunny day. I did this till I was tired, then I lied down on my pillow thinking I would die cuz I still had to forcefully breathe consciously.
Next thing I remember, is waking up to a bright sunny day and my lungs were clear. What worked? Was it the praying, the creative visualization or what? I believe it was all of those.
Originally Posted by Sideshow Bob
I personally find FMJ's approach to message boarding hilarious, considering we've got a lot of people here who often overcompensate for being heterosexual.
The one's who lose it over his soft, gay care-free posts are suspect.
Originally Posted by Sky Blue Danny Kid
Ahh, the numerical mythology of the homosexual african-canadian wu-tang fan is truly strange and wondrous.
What a unique people.