The saviour my ventilator

A regular pattern of breaths keeping.
Me alive and healthy while also.
Constraining my speech. I.
Must obey this rhythm or.
Die. I've forgotten how it.
Used to be when I.
Could still breathe by myself.
It was so much simpler.
I didn't have to worry about.
Random tube disconnects.
And circuit malfunctions.

Now I can.
Never be alone.
Even with someone.
Next door with a baby.
Monitor I feel.
On edge. It's amazing.
I can still feel lonely with.
So many people around.
But I do sometimes.
Of course I can't.
Complain, without it I'd be dead.

Far rather a broken speech.
Pattern if it lets me keep.
Enjoying life. In a strange.
Way the rhythm is.
Comforting, I just focus on the.
Regular in out in out.
To calm my anxiety.
After a while you do start to.
Ignore it, or at least.
Think of other things.
It's easier with the nasal.
Pillows, I can override the.
Rhythm occasionally if I want.
To finish a sentence.

That's pretty essential.
At work when I need.
To get my point across.
No one is going to wait for me to.
Take a breath.
Every few seconds. I just sound.
Like I have a.
Permanently blocked nose.
So I guess the voice.
Everyone hears is not.
Really my voice. At least.
They're spared my.
Singing.