I..am.. sick.

I hate being sick.


It starts of simple enough with a sorethroat after a couple biji durians. Then it comes on slowly and stealthily... it carries on with coughing fits and flowing mucus.. not long after that, a loss of appetite and the sore throat is now a painful ache in the chest; a thousand knives in my lungs with every breath I take. Nauseatic feelings of cold and heat causing my body to erupt in waves of shivering and bouts of sweating. My extremely lethargic self now wants to sleep but every hour of rest makes my head throb and muscles ache. Keep in mind that while all this is happening, I'm coughing and mucus is flowing incessantly. I want to die.

Went to 2 doctors after the first n00by one didn't quite work..:/ Went to a family friend doctor specialist who coincidentally is the father of a friend who was in a webpage design thing during high school WHO coincidentally gives a comment on the day dat I fell sick and went to see her father! Wvok!

You know what I hate most about being sick? The healing process. WHy? Because I cannot swallow tablets.

As stupid as it sounds, I really cannot swallow medicine. I have no idea why.

Oh, I can swallow the small ones.. but anything that's bigger than those chinese black stomach ache round pills I consider it big.. and panadols are killer huge. Sometimes I get a lucky swallow but sometimes the pill gets stuck in my throat and I choke. A horrible sight.

Looking at myself attempting to consume medicine is comical. BUt.. there's a very thin line between comical and pathetic. ANd I'm at the brink.