Sick makes you go ew.
I guess most were wondering where the hell I've been for the past few weeks. Mira thought I died - lol Mira. The truth is, I was sick. Really sick.
It all started with the stupid IELTS examination, where the hall's air-conditioning was set to murder souls. I was one of those unfortunate souls, damn it. During the first day, I was having SUCH, BAD, migraines that I became so paranoid. Excuse my imagination, but since Natasha Richardson just passed away then from brain haemorrhage, I started thinking I was suffering from the same ordeal (the brain haemorrhage, not the... death). I know it sounds stupid but my head was in so much pain! Finally my sister took me to the doctor who gave me antibiotics, paracetamol and migraine pills.
I hate doctors sometimes.
Who would've thought paracetamol and migraine pills are one of the major causes of insanely, painful, annoying, life-crushing gastric pain!!?? I was taking the migraine pills happily cos they totally worked, I wasn't bleeding in the brain no more. Then I went back to Penang and in the bus I was in terrible pain. My stomach was killing me. I needed to eat but when I did, I wanted to puke. My tummy was starting to churn, scolding the living hell out of me for not knowing how to maintain its health. I walked like a feather, swinging from left to right. When I got to Penang I was okay for a while. Seeing a friend after weeks of isolation was rewarding. I went to Carol's house and she'd cooked me ratatouille, but then the smell killed me.
HOW COULD RATATOUILLE'S SMELL BE SO REVOLTING????
It was impossible! I'd been waiting for this meal for MONTHS! And the moment I smelt it I wanted to puke?? I really hate doctors.
What was supposed to be a week of fun staying in a hotel, just hanging and playing at the beach turned out to be H.E.L.L. I was stuck at Carol's house pathetically, couldn't even move. She took real great care of me - bless you for that Rol. Oh thanks to Mary too for having me in her house =) Lovely renovation btw. I was getting really aggressive cos I didn't have much sleep. Who could sleep when they have to wake up every two second to puke, or feel extremely miserable from sweating and yet feels like it's too cold when the fan is on!???
I HATE BEING SICK!
A day later mom took me home to Kulim. I was excited, cos there was nothing else I needed besides some mommy loving. And day after day mommy loving was all I needed because I became more and more sick. I couldn't move, it hurt to lift my arm up, I puked all the time, water was too extremely cold or too extremely hot. It was miserable! I was miserable!
TV was my friend. Seriously I fell in love with it. Things that made me happy with TV were:
1. Emotion Sickness video being played. My god! Silverchair??? And not just any Silverchair songs, but one from Neon Ballroom??? It was tres cool. I was happehhh!!!
2. The Biggest Loser. LOL! Whatever, that show was gold.
3. Lara on CSI!! Okay I have no idea what her character's name is in CSI, but Lara is on CSI!! I was sad bout Warrick dying, but him getting replaced by Lara??? DAMN MAN! And her character's so cool! Oh and the miniature killer is getting into my head - really.
4. Thirteen's storyline in House. I don't even watch House so much, but her storyline is awesome. Oh and I'm kinda excited to see House finally getting to kiss his love. I'm such a geek. Oh but whatever, Olivia Wilde is awesome, and her husband kicks ass in photography.
5. Seeing Sheryl on TV. That made my day! I missed her so much when I saw her. It was fun.
After 10 days being in my bed, mom couldn't hack it anymore. She took me to the ER and I was wheeled in immediately. They took my blood pressure, heard my story and placed me on a bed. Then the needles came out. I didn't mind at first, thinking that they were just gonna take my blood. I'm used to that. I have so many holes on my left arm it's nuts. But I was mistaken. They wanted to put me on drips. Let me just say; whatever you guys do, DON'T get yourself into enough trouble to have needles poked into your HAND. Why? Cos it hurts - like a bitch. I still have a green slash purple bruise to prove it, even though it's been a week since my visit to the damned ER.
I've been to the ER a couple of times before. But I've never been there in the state of consciousness that I was in. I could hear everything, smell everything, SEE everything. Let me just say, after witnessing an injured dude who got slashed by a machete by his wife's ex-husband, a family friend who suffered from a heart disease and who kept vomitting in front of me (takziah goes to this uncle, as he just passed away two days ago), countless of motorcyle accidents and buckets of BLOOD - I vowed not to set foot in an ER again. I was there for five good hours. Then the doctor asked me to go to him (right after the nurse pulled out the needle out of me, and I started bleeding like a fountain). He asked if I was pregnant. I laughed. He said he was serious. I laughed even more. He frowned. I assured him I wasn't pregnant after several tries and finally, the doctor diagnosed me. "You have viral fever." ... WHAT??? Viral fever!? Like, seriously? Mom said I was tenat for god's sakes (dying) lol! Even the doctor was skeptical about it cos I looked so bad, but that's what my blood test said. He was still convinced I was carrying an infant.
I went home and it took another week before I was finally okay, and the day I could finally stand up was the day mom fell sick. Oh the irony.
I feared getting on the weighing scale actually. I knew I lost weight, I could see it from the bones sticking out at my waist. But I think I watched a little too many episodes of The Biggest Loser and finally got inspired to get on that weighing scale. I was shocked. I lost 13 pounds, which is around 6+ kg's. Not happy Jen.
I hate being anything under 50kg. I don't know how to gain my weight back, but hopefully it'll come back.
Besides that.... I've been accepted into 2 uni's. Not the ones I really really wanted, but it's still good =)
Ah life, welcome back !
- S








