And that was when my nightmare began.

My legs shook real badly as I was going up and every step that I took needed too much effort. Add to that the lightheadedness due to the limited supply of blood+oxygen in my body. It was pure pain. I mustered all strength just to make it up and down the bridge safely, even stopping for some moments to let the blood run to my head.

Just as I made it to my block, the cramps hit again. And hit hard they did. I flicked it off as part of my imagination as I wanted to make it home as fast as I could. However, as much as I wanted to move, I couldn't. I could only sit under the void deck and clutch at my abdomen tightly, in order to reduce the pain. Ten minutes passed before I told myself to just get up and walk to the lift pronto. (The five minutes in the lift seemed so long and arduous!)

I tried to hustle it ASAP to my unit but halfway, I felt that dizziness strike once again. I had to squat down for a sec, and right beside a neighbour's cat! It must have felt puzzled, heh. Anyhow, shuffled towards my door and knocked like there was no tomorrow. The minute I got in, plonked myself down on the couch and clutched at my abdomen even more.

It was excruciating. My dad offered to bring me to the doctor but I was vehement not to visit her. It took all of my might just to shift myself to my room, where I was knocked out for two solid hours.

I think that's the scariest experience I've ever had, experiencing cramps.