The room was spinning and it seems as if every object had wings and was floating at mid air, oxygen became scarce with each scream caused by that awful pang of repeating unending pain,with no comfortable position to sit or stand I continuously paced breathlessly,wishing it would all end and hoping against all odds that everything return to normalcy.
I was having crisis, and I couldn't pinpoint where exactly the terrible pains is, for every single bone and joint was being antagonized,no exaggeration,i think for every of this crisis,i felt a pinch of hell or so I imagine, for my whole reasoning becomes distorted and blank. Hands were becoming white,eyes bloodshot and momma thought this is it...the dreaded end.
To be continued...
Read next
From @masterpiz