I couldn’t help but have a laugh at this…
Those poor lil’, melodramatic lungs convinced it is the end (my penumo-thorax’ed one wasn’t nearly as much of a baby when I was 12!)
And the flummoxed heart chiming in with the but-I-got-cardio-walking-in-from-my-space! routine.
Let’s go, ladies! The whining stops now!