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I was busy packing my things; I will be leaving tomorrow for
my vacation. I checked my ticket, clothes to wear from the site to the office
in Al – Khobar and from the office to Bahrain
and for my ten hours flight to Manila.
I checked the time; I only have two hours before I leave the Fly camp to the
Base Camp.
I went to the bathroom and have a hot shower when I felt I’m
grasping for breathe. My visions are blurry. I feel my heart pounding against
my chest. I hold on to the wall. (The shower area is just 1 X 1 meter.
Suddenly, my son’s smiling face is all I can see. “Oh, s*#t!” “I’m having a
heart attack?” I said to myself. Minutes passed and I started to analyze
myself. If it’s a heart attack, I should have collapsed a minute ago. “Ah, this
is the old nemesis.” “Huh! It has been awhile since I have the last one.”
I continued to have the hot water flowing on my head and
body and talk to myself. It’s just a panic attack. Not a fatal heart attack.
And, slowly I notice the heart pumping is gone, the dizziness is bearable. And
my breathing is ok. It took half an hour before I feel good.
On the next 24 hours, I’ll be on the plane for my vacation,
for my son. This hell is not welcome. It has no place. My life is already
occupied with happy thoughts and memories.
You think I’m done? Hell, no. I check my blood pressure and have
an ECG. LOL!!! An old survivor have a fresh panic attack. Remnants of an ugly past. LOL!!!
Everything is fine. Everything will be great. I won’t let
his PA spoil my vacation.
Life is beautiful.
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