death.

in the face of death one sees the things he treasures most,

last night i stared at the face of death, and for 3 hours i remained a merely helpless being subject to the mercy of a greater being. at around 9plus, i started feeling gastric pangs and being a supposedly more 'experienced' gastric victim, i headed straight for the usual medicine. but by 11.45 the pain simply just got worse. its amazing how you never ever see a doctor when you seem to need one, cos the three clinics we visited closed at 12. i ended up at gleneagles where i had a jab for my gastric. but after i left that place 45 mins later, without the gastric pains, my entire body started reacting to the medicine, and what developed was a blocked nose which stopped the breathing from my nose all the way to my throat. and for the next two hours plus i was surviving on breathing through my mouth. then i took a counter-allergy jab then which gave rise to the gastric again and for the entire night i was sleeping totally upright, breathing through my mouth and choking on saliva every 5 mins.

as of now, i wake up at 11.37 am with a dried but blocked nose and one breathing nostril. but i thank He who watched over me and protected me.

and its these moments that flashed through my mind so vividly