My head was heavy and groggy but my chest felt worse. It felt as though an elephhant had made it's resting place right on it and as if that was not enough, it spent most of it's time jumping up and down on it. My life had come to the blink of ending yet even death had said no to taking me. I felt desperate for just a breath of air4 or at lst to be able to move but none of that happened. I could feel myself drift in and out of consciousness as I was unable tp catch a breath. It was a hectic choice there. It was as if death and life were both fighting to see who won me over before the other. I was not a fan of the back and forth but that did not mean I would not experience it. My body was as if it had gotten a mind of it's own and acted wherever way it felt fit around me.