I've had a few close calls on a bike while getting around. I tanked on my mountain bike 3wks ago and If my helmet wasn't on I prolly would have ended up in a coma... Almost died on the operating table when I was 9... And I can't count how many times I should have died while doing stupid/crazy stuff as a teenager with my friends either driving crazy or "experimenting" with substances...
Sometimes on a quite day in the Mountains or the back yard I take a deep breath and feel very luck to be alive and still functioning.
About 12 years ago I almost got taken out by Pneumonia--Antibiotics, surgery, and three months rest put me back on the street.
I can take a deep breath now and have BOTH sides of my chest raise--and I give a prayer of thanks for something I never even thought twice about before.
very happy you can breathe again!!!!!
god bless, even more!