I was in a coma in hospital for a week before being air conditioned
Air Conditioning is a dangerous thing, and not just for those who work in it.
And when you’re working as a professional, the odds are good that you’re going to be working with someone who can make it a bit worse.
So, I took to the air, and discovered that I was suffering from a medical condition called Acute Respiratory Bronchiolitis (ARBP).
This is an incredibly serious disease, and one that affects people of all ages.
While ARBP is usually caused by breathing too hard, it can also be caused by having an unhealthy oxygen balance.
In this case, my air conditioner wasn’t working at all, and my condition was worsening rapidly.
While the severity of the symptoms is difficult to pinpoint, I believe it was my COVID-19 exposure that made me feel worse.
I was diagnosed with COVID after I was evacuated from my home, and although I have no symptoms whatsoever, I do feel sick.
After weeks of waiting for a diagnosis, I finally received it, in December 2016.
I got the diagnosis in the summer of 2018, and had to wait another six months for a second diagnosis.
I finally got it in the autumn of 2018.
I went into my first air conditioning trial and was completely amazed at how well it worked.
The first week was the worst.
The COVID symptoms were horrible, and I started to feel more and more ill.
I also started feeling a bit anxious.
My doctor thought I might have an acute respiratory infection.
At the time, I was taking antibiotics to keep me healthy, and a doctor who treated me at the time had diagnosed me with COPD.
I didn’t think much of it at the first, because I was so young.
But the next day, I started feeling worse.
After an initial period of good things happening, I felt completely out of sorts.
I felt like I was going to lose control of my breathing, and the only thing I could do was lie there and cry.
My dad went into surgery and I was left to myself, so I was unable to talk to him for two weeks.
I thought I was dead.
I wanted to go home and just let it go.
I had just lost my dad and my parents, and it felt like my world was over.
I’d just lost the best person in my life.
And then in January 2019, I got another diagnosis.
This time, it was a bacterial infection.
I did the usual routine tests to see if there was anything I could have caused it to happen, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought.
But it was still bad.
My COVID was starting to make me sicker, and then my condition worsened, and in March 2019, my condition started getting worse again.
The doctors started to notice that my COVRP was worsening too, and they began to ask me questions about my symptoms, like how long I was breathing, what I was doing, how much oxygen I was getting, how hard I was working, etc. All these questions were causing me to feel very anxious.
I knew what my symptoms were, and how I was feeling, but I couldn’t really answer the questions, or I would feel like I had lost my mind.
My doctors were starting to question my sanity.
At first, I thought they were just being too sensitive.
But I started noticing that they were starting, with their questions, to notice things that I didn.
Like, they started asking me about my breathing.
And this was really, really strange.
My breath was getting louder, and more shallow.
It was almost as if my brain was saying to me, I can’t do this.
I can do this, but my brain won’t let me do it.
This was very scary, and very unsettling.
I started getting really sick.
And I started losing my appetite.
I could barely walk, and could barely sit still, and even my breathing got a bit less controlled.
My muscles were twitching and I could feel my skin hurting.
It didn’t take long for my COVV-19 to kill me.
It came at the worst time in my professional life, and at the very worst time.
And the only reason I can think of to explain this to you now is that I can tell you that the last few weeks, it has made me think of everything that I have gone through and everything that my parents have gone thru in their life.
I’ve gone through it alone, and without my parents.
I have lost my job, my girlfriend, and now my home.
I don’t have a family that can help me through this.
This is my life now, and this is the only way I can explain it to you.
But first, a word about my diagnosis.
While I was at the hospital, I had to go back to work.
It meant that my job was taken away from me, and that my ability to work was completely