Today marked my most unlucky day this year 2008. Can you imagine? I did not sleep a wink last night. Then i even went to work after that. I'm not tired some more!!
I went out this morning to find myself drench in the rain, running towards the MRT station. Then when i went to withdraw money, it says available balance "$144.xx"! I was damn shocked becuase i didn't use that much of money!!! Then when i reached Clementi, I took a taxi to work which cost me $6.
When i finally settled down, I chatted with Wendy, keyed some orders, called up DBS and "it" started.. I was feeling a very sharp pain in my stomach, which made me quite nauseous. But the content of my vomit was only foam. Yeah, you heard me right. Foam~ haiz.. and it was difficult to get that foam out. IT WAS HELL for me )'': I started to feel really terrible in the toilet and sobbed silently in there. It was literally that bad.
So i decided to go home. called up my dad, but he did not answer. I called home and asked my mum for my dad and when I told her i need to go home, she actually replied," Aiyo..don't trouble us lah. I'm going to be late for work and daddy's busy lah. You take a taxi or what okay. (when asked who's gonna pay for the taxi fare) What? I no money le hor, daddy also. i don't know ah. you pay lah..no money meh??" I cried uncontrollably after i shut her off and cut the line. sicked with a "disappointment" on top. really.. Wendy was saying," Don't cry, don't cry.." and i cried more. It was then my dad called me back saying he will come over and pick me up that i felt a little warmth, but just a little. and my useless eyes, and that flowing tears... i hate my life.
trotted to Celest's room with my eyes still dropping fat warm tears, and mimed (she's on the phone) that i wanted to take MC and she nodded repeatedly. Celest was so kind, she even asked Jen to accompany me down to the taxi, which i rejected and said my daddy will call when he arrived, that i could manage myself. The drive back home took us years~ and the clinic was packed, with seven patients before me. I clutched my stomach, squatted, stood and kept on repeating these actions. and obviously no one cared, not that i wanted everyone to come asking after me, well, perhaps they could let me skip queue?
got injected in my left buttock to stop that squeezing pain in my stomach and waited for my medicine long enough for me to finish a bowl of fishball noodles. no it's not that, i wasn't hungry, and i'm glad my medicine (my request to the doctor) do not need me to take it after meal. and the doctor was right, my mouth felt so dried up i thought there wasn't even a drop of saliva left, and i was damn dizzy. These are the aftermath. argh.. it sucks! so i went home, called Alan and slept throughout. spent $40 altogether. it's shit. gastric acid, that was what the doctor said. I hate gastric acid.
