"Let us try to teach generosity and altruism, because we are born selfish." - Richard Dawkins
As i type on my phone, i am waiting for Dr Lim's call, trying really hard to concentrate on evening my breathing while ignoring the numbness of my face and legs. Yes, it's hyperventilation. Second attack for today. Count myself lucky i am home now, it wasn't the same this morning.
Took place in the train on my way to work. For no apparent reason i started to panic, my legs numbed followed by my face. Started sweating. My mouth dry. I feel pukish then i was gasping for air. Everyone just stared at me while i held on to the railing (my turn to do pole dancing) for my dear life. Seriously, they just stare. No one is willing to offer their seat to me. Last i heard was "Dhoby Ghaut station, please mind the platform gap" and i was gone. Woke up at Clarke Quay station with a lady beside me trying to relate what had happened. Someone booked a cab for me and i was drove to Dr Lim's clinic.
What scares me the most is how people react to those around them. "you could have asked them politely for a seat" - i can't even describe to Dr Lim what had happened without slurring my speech.
Lighter note pixlr'o'matic - simply love the "stop" effect
Have to rest now.