I've been blogging alot lately.
Dinner later and the continuous coughing made me emotionally perplexed since I'm not getting ample rest. Haven't had a wink for the entire night. Cough was bugging me throughout. Kym was saying I needa' get full day's rest, but gosh-ed when I told her how insufficient my time are. Was msn-ing with Kym and uncle KT how emo I was before I left office and head to the clinic.
Dinner later and the continuous coughing made me emotionally perplexed since I'm not getting ample rest. Haven't had a wink for the entire night. Cough was bugging me throughout. Kym was saying I needa' get full day's rest, but gosh-ed when I told her how insufficient my time are. Was msn-ing with Kym and uncle KT how emo I was before I left office and head to the clinic.
Visit another doctor cuz I finished my prescribed. And the one I consulted previously was so damn bloody f**ked up I didn't expect to heal taking her prescribed. This I visited said I was suffering from some "bronchitis"(bron-kai-tis or whateva' is the spelling) cough, layman terms: sensitive throat. Kept asking whether did anyone in my family history ever had asthma or sensitive skin. I assured her that none of my family tree has got these. Maybe high blood, or dibetes. But never sensitive not asthmatic. If it still doesn't heal after the next few weeks, I might needa' go for x-ray, chances are it might lead to me getting asthma. Great, just what I needed to worsen my day.
Fine, I admit I had been smoking abit initially and that could have deteriorate my condition. But I is stopped liao okaaay.
"No fruits, no sweet stuffs, no deep-fried food, keep away from smokers (wait, I AM a smoker)" that's what I'm supposed to abide till I'm in pink of health.
Our goods have arrived.
Pressumed they are resting comfortably in my hall and mummy waiting excitedly for me to reach home so I can unwrap the package and show her the bag I bought for her. (She was told not to touch the delivered till I'm home cuz' I forbade her so. *Lame laughs*). Dad said it's quite a big package he had to open both side of the gate in order to allow entrance.
I too wish I can hands on the stuffs moment I reach home but no, I had to rush for the dinner. (Try visualising me doing the middle finger gestures. Its not difficult.) Yeah, yeah. I know I brought it upon myself. Could have simply said no but, oh well, she's my mum after all. And I still love her.
I'm getting old!
Realised I've grown my first white hair during way back from lunch. Right, I might have grown couple strands years back but probably covered by my dyes. Now that I haven't been touching up, I finally get to see my "true colours". Was complaining to everyone in office. Told Xiao P. I was going to die since my brain cells are dying, which explains my greyed hair. That heartless girl say I is think too much compared to her encounter on getting cut by a rusty object, bled and naively asking our boss if she's gonna die. *I can die laughing cum coughing now* Hahahaha.
What comes around, goes around. What goes up, must come down.
This period is certainly a blemish to my succulent life.
This period is certainly a blemish to my succulent life.
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