I don't know if I just overreacted or if it was just normal to feel scared as I did last Sunday. 'Cause last Sunday, I thought I was really going to die. Saturday night, I already felt something blocking the area possibly, where food passes. I didn't feel good at that time already but I still went to work. After work, I went through the usual route of passing by SM Bicutan to first check my e-mail. While reading my e-mails I felt the same way I did the previous night and added to that, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to burp but I couldn't. So I bought 7-up so that I could burp...or fart...anything...just to let air out of my system. But nothing happened. I was finding myself gasping for breath already and I was already breathing through my mouth because I was thinking that if I breathe through my nose, it'll just make things worse. I called up Dong who was in Cavite at that time and told him of what I felt and asked him to fetch me asap. I immediately went to Prime Care to have myself checked up. For 20 minutes I was walking around, sitting, standing....expecting the worst to happen. When I finally was checked up by the doctor, I was told that I may have experienced heartburn. But not to worry because it can be remedied. At that time, I was alone in the doctor's office thinking only of the what ifs. At the back of my mind, I was thinking of mommy. This may be what she felt when she was gasping for breath as well. Finally, Dong arrived and when I saw him I cried so hard because I was happy to see him and that I'm happy that he still saw me alive. Call it overreaction but I felt that that was my near-death experience. I cried because of Angela...because of my family. I didn't want to leave them this early.

With all these said, I now see the importance of burping and farting (excuse me for the word). Now, everytime I do these two things, I would say "Thank you Po". So if you hear these words from me from now on, you know what just happened...hehe.