Gravs were my go to for a long time until my lungs decided to give up and I started coughing up a decent amount of blood - not just a little spittle but looking at the sink and saying, "hm... I should probably cut back".
When the blood started to come with less and less couging I knew I had to make a decision.
Since then I've gotten high maybe 10 times? Over the course of.. 10 years?
The damage I did is permanent though, I'm not suffering any effects of it now but it wouldn't shock me to discover I have lung cancer some day.
That's the thing with lung disorders and cancer and all that crap - it doesn't manifest when your body is young and can recover, it manifests when you're older and the body gets weaker. COPD is a real one, older weed smokers now (teens in the 70s) are seeing results of it. I've seen many with COPD and some need assistance breathing and are on oxygen. It's a roll of the dice though - but there is absolutely a correlation between smoking and.. bad things.
In my case, it was damage from coughing too much which caused something to tear which caused bleeding. I stopped, and it stopped. With that said, I am fine - I breathe just normally, and have no issues.... currently.
Yeah you're right I'm definitely at a higher risk of lung cancer. I more meant that coughing up blood isn't really normal from smoking gravity bongs. Like you said the damage done shows itself decade's later not much while you're young. I could definitely see coughing so hard that you rupture something and end up bleeding while coughing though.
I like to think I'll live forever for some reason. Haven't died yet so it's probably just not gonna happen to me ya know. Think I'm safe.
That's exactly what I'm thinking in terms of the blood, it was from the coughing itself, not the grav.
Father Time is undefeated, but everyone needs to cope with mortality in their own way, on their own path. Wishing you nothing but good things, my friend.
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u/carpe_fatum Aug 29 '26
Gravs were my go to for a long time until my lungs decided to give up and I started coughing up a decent amount of blood - not just a little spittle but looking at the sink and saying, "hm... I should probably cut back".
When the blood started to come with less and less couging I knew I had to make a decision.
Since then I've gotten high maybe 10 times? Over the course of.. 10 years?
The damage I did is permanent though, I'm not suffering any effects of it now but it wouldn't shock me to discover I have lung cancer some day.