Gah…It seems as it was only yesterday that I hyperventilated again though the last time was almost 3 years ago.

After my class at 1pm, I went back to my cubicle to collect my stuff, ready to go for lunch. As I walked up the stairs, my student saw me and said I looked very pale. I felt my head was a little heavy but I didn’t give much attention to it.

As I was walking towards the school canteen, I felt my breath was getting faster than usual, so fast that I could almost hear my heart jumping out from my mouth.

I felt so breathless. I breathed as hard as I could for oxygen but each time I inhaled, I only became more breathless.

Suddenly, half of my face went numb, as if there were thousands of tiny ants crawling on my face. I sat down on the nearest bench and reached for my mobile phone. I knew I was going to faint anytime (based on my past experience). I called my colleague for rescue. They were at lunch and luckily they were just nearby. 3 guys came to “rescue” me and guided me to regulate my breathing.

As soon as I saw them, I felt much better and my breathing became more regulated. They said I was cold as ice when they touched my hand and face.

They offered to take me to see a doctor. He asked if I was scared or frightened. I thought for awhile and shook my head. As I expected, the doctor said it was caused by stress and lacked of rest.

Well, I had a bad migraine since last Friday. It was so bad that I almost knocked my head against the wall. The other doctor said it was caused by stress too. I thought after I took a good rest during Vesak holiday, I could be better. But he said it could be caused by stress sometimes ago.

The last time I had hyperventilation was back in Perth, when my house was broken in. Worse, I actually bumped into the burglar when he was about to escape. There and then, I collapsed. I was rushed to the hospital as I was dying to catch a breath.

When I reached Royal Perth Hospital, 3 hunky male nurses carried me out from the car and placed me on a bed. It was like the scene in E.R and I went through many doors and seeing so many lights passing above me.

While everything seemed so ‘emergency’, I was left in a waiting room for almost 3 hours. There was a nurse who constantly chatting with me to make sure I didn’t fall asleep. I didn’t get to see the doctor after waiting for 3 hours but after that, I thought I was fit enough to go home without seeing him. And soon, I was discharged…just. like. that. How dramatic…

As my friend said:”You’re as fragile as a cherry…can be easily crushed into juice..”

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