I just reached the scariest point of my life. My grandma was seriously ill this morning, like 12.15am, right after I had my shower. I thought she was snoring but it was too godamn loud to be a snore. When I checked on her, she had her eyes open and making weird noises as if trying to tell me something. At one point she started wailing out loud. I was shivering as I called the ambulance. And yes, they took too freaking long to react to the phone call and took 20mins to reach my house. I kept running in and out of the house making sure the lift is constantly on ground floor at the same time, running in and out of my grandma's room making sure she's ok. It was too scary... I thought I'm gonna lose her. Funny thing, I felt relief when she didn't stop making those noises. When she got quiet I kept looking at her making sure she's still there. Her eyes were open, looking at me, I felt her pain.

I just came home from the hospital. She's conscious now. Turns out her sugar level drop to a very dangerous level. Worse part was my aunt kept saying stuff like what if I wasn't home, what if I had already gone to sleep and couldn't hear her. Like HELLO! Making me feel guilty would not make her better! She's under constant observation right now. I have to thank The Almighty for being there for her and to give me the strength to react. I could have done worse than that, you know!

When she comes back, I'm soooooo gonna start feeding her with lotsa sweets, ice-cream and whatnots. Gosh... I'm so glad I got to pen this down. I had no one to confide with about my fears earlier... I think I can sleep in peace.

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