The Battle within the Body
I can't stand the idleness. I do nothing, I can do nothing. The description I give of my breathing pattern is that it bares resemblance to constantly wearing a corset while breathing through a scuba diving respirator at the same time. The same feeling of panic races though my mind; that if I do not slow down I will drown. There is no discrepancy between now and when I was 60 feet under water. I miss Mexico.
