You will see immediately that this is a metaphor for a discussion on breathing and catching your breath. Ventilators, or rather the shortage of them, is on the corona virus agenda in the NHS just now. So this thread is an invitation to explore the use of breathing for all of us invalids on this forum, because it does not come easily to us, through literature, for a change. You could take a moment to think about your breathing as you read my sometimes longish sentences, to catch your breath so to speak
Back to the Bard: the nurse in Romeo and Juliet (Act 2, scene 5) asks Juliet: "How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?" So, are your lungs up to the task of breathing without ventilation? Can you breath normally, whatever that means for us lung buddies, when the daily grind gets us down with anxiety and worry? I sometimes wonder, did Shakespeare himself have a form of bronchiectasis in the Renaissance, an earlier version of breathing difficulties, because he returns frequently to breathing in his plays?