This is kind of what it’s like.
She woke up one morning, made herself some scrambled eggs, and came to the conclusion that her lungs were no longer functioning. Or, more precisely, she corrected herself, not that they were no longer functioning– they did still seem capable of pushing air in and out, oxidizing her blood and keeping her organs operational– but rather they were no longer functioning on their own. Since she awoke, she had to keep up a steady mantra of IN OUT IN OUT to ensure her lungs cycled through inhalation and exhalation.
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