I got clocked in the solar plexus last night. By a guy tipping 300lbs. I just laid in the dirt knowing that the air had to return to the lungs at some point but every movement seems to push more oxygen out. It's such a impotent feeling, especially with him just standing over me looking down.
Still having breathing difficulties today. Stupid ganglia.
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