my brush with death

My brush with death. Sounds pretty creepy doesn’t it. But honest to goodness, I suppose that’s what happened last week. I was on the brink of life and then I was given life. Again. It’s pretty amazing when you get things you don’t expect to get. I really didn’t expect to get dengue fever. Yah yah… it happened to you, and to you as well? But don’t worry, it’d never ever happen to me. Think again my friend. It happened to me. 5 straight days of fever. The kind that just makes your brains all jellified and you shiver constantly from a raging temperature that refuses to go down. Your limbs are all weak and they feel funny and there’s this constant buzzing in your head. Just like there’s a mosquito in there that’s trying desperately to get out but it can’t so it just buzzes around, over and over again, until it drives you almost completely insane. So that was how it was. Bad. In fact, let’s make it terrible.

I’ve not idea why I want to write about it. No one in their right sense of mind would but I suppose I’m doing this as a form of catharsis. To get it out of my system. Or perhaps I’m just typing out my testimony for everyone out there to read someday somewhere somehow. Strange. I’ve finally turned into a full-fledged exhibitionist and I’m using one of my most terrifying experience to become one. Wonder whether I’m turning psycho or isit when you’ve experienced something strange and wonderful all at the same time, you just want to yell out loud to the people around you? I can’t begin to even fathom the complexity of the human mind or the human psyche. Like I said previously, life is strange. You never expect to get things and then you do get them. Strange but wonderful. Like a bittersweet taste left in your mouth after you savour a piece of authentic dark chocolate. The kind that melts in your mouth and leaves a lingering aftertaste. Even Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’d get.”