Kenapa Tiba Tiba Dada Terasa Sakit Novels & Stories

Come to think of it, he doesn't know how it feels having pain inside me. "Chest pain, fatigue, shortness of breath, particularly when active or lying down, dizziness, fainting, and irregular heartbeat are the symptoms I'm experiencing. I'm used to it and I know what to do if my illness attack again. Also... You are here with me." I spoke out. Hearing my words, his jaw became tense. Did I make it worse? "I'm sorry." I was startled at his response. "Stop apologizing. It's not your fault."

I didn't even know when I gasped a little. "You're fine?" Claire turned to me. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and nodded. Her eyebrows raised, then she raised her hand to my forehead. "But you're sweating." She sounded worried. "This place is cold. Are you really fine?" I wanted to nod again, but I felt a sudden pain in my chest. In the last three months, this was the third time I'd be feeling this crazy pain. I wanted to visit a doctor, but I felt it was due to the fact that I always fretted unnecessarily. .

Supporting herself on the wall, she wondered what had happened to her so suddenly. Was she imagining the dizziness? She was fine a second ago, she thought as she let herself sit down. Was that a sign from the universe for her not to go? “Ah!” She held her chest. “What is wrong with me?” A pain that started out as dull but kept hitting her strongly after each stroke spread through her chest. Her breathing became shallow and she closed her eyes as pain racked her body in waves. She has never experienced such pain before. Aaah! It hit again and this time she couldn't hold it when tears threatened to fall, she let them.

It's true what they say, with love comes a lot of pain in different kinds of ways. It's certain that I didn't know how to deal with new emotions. The ache in my chest is caused by the tightness in my heart. The burning sensation spread across my chest and heated my stomach and for some reason, I thought the stir in my stomach felt like boiling acid. The unusual reaction of my inside left a lump in my throat and made my windpipe beg for full liberty to air.

“It’s kind of tight, right in the middle. It started a few days ago, but today it got a lot worse. Almost like someone’s pressing down hard.” Charlotte nodded, her voice calm and reassuring. “Can you show me exactly where the pain is?” He placed a hand over the center of his chest. “Right here. It comes and goes, but sometimes it gets worse when I try to take a deep breath.” She jotted down notes, her tone gentle but thorough. “Any shortness of breath, sweating, or dizziness?” The man hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, the other night I woke up sweating, and my heart was pounding. I thought it might be anxiety, but now I’m not so sure.”

Sarah I clenched my fist in a surge of anger so intense that it felt like it was suffocating me. The symptoms I frequently experience—difficulty breathing, dizziness, shortness of breath—are all manifestations of panic attacks. They don't signify heart failure. As I stood on the balcony, desperately gasping for air amidst the storm of emotions raging inside me, the glass door suddenly slid open, unveiling Bronn. The unexpected encounter caught us both off guard. "What a surprise, Sarah! Hang on, are you crying?" Bronn's concern was evident.

The man is still madly in love with his ex-mate. Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp stab in my side. I hold my breath and hope that the sensation will subside soon. I might have made a wrong move when I got into the car. But when I feel another stab on my other side and the pain from both sides slowly creeps up to my heart, I know there is something more at play here. The collision in my chest ignites a fireball that threatens to consume me. A cry escapes my lips and I clutch my chest. It's becoming more unbearable with each passing moment, it feels as though waves of electric shocks are coursing through my body now.

I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there. Maybe five minutes. Maybe fifteen. The sick-note still rested in my lap, the paper softening under my sweaty fingers. I hadn’t moved. I couldn’t. It felt like if I started the car, I’d drive straight into a wall just to stop feeling this way. The ache in my chest was constant, dull but sharp at the same time. Like breathing through a cracked rib cage. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on the window.

He got out of that shitty situation. He glanced around again. A few cars sped by. Not one driver paused to take a look at him. Maybe they all thought he was just a regular jogger in the area. He looked ahead and kept up his brisk steps. He could taste his own blood from his cut lip, and he could smell his own sweat, but he wasn't coughing up blood yet. Good sign. The consistent, annoying pain in his lower chest area whenever he breathed in was a symptom of something serious, though. The slight swelling and tenderness around his lower ribs, coupled with a little pinkish bruising on his abdomen, were also telltale signs.

A sudden sharp pain shot through my chest. I gasped. “Liana?” Kieran was at my side instantly. “What’s wrong?” “I—” I pressed a hand to my chest, my breathing uneven. “It hurts.” “Where?” “Here,” I said, gripping his shirt. “It feels like… like it’s spreading.” His expression shifted to panic. “I’m calling the doctor.” “No, wait—” I grabbed his wrist. “It’s not like before. It’s different.” “How is pain different?” he demanded.