I smoked for twenty years starting when I was thirteen years old. Around seven or eight years ago normal breathing slowly became more difficult; almost like trying to breath through a straw. So now if I get a cold, have allergy problems or any other upper respiratory problems it then becomes more like breathing through a coffee stirrer full of sand. For the last week I have been fighting something and it has moved into my chest as of last night. The things we do to ourselves
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