Last Wednesday, I got so sick that the next morning, I can't even get myself to get up from my own bed ... I had high fever, I felt dizzy, my whole body aches, I have cough ... and on Friday, after gobbling down countless Panadols, I am still sick!!! !@#$%^ And OH! There's another surprise in store for me, GASTRIC!!!!!!!!!!!!! (*Insert Foul Language*)
I am sick to death and now, GASTRIC?!?!?! It's not like I go on a diet or trying to be anorexic larh! Why punish me with gastric!!! !@#$%^ I don't have appetite to eat anything, and nobody seemed to bother to get me anything to eat, so every morning, I just had a slice of bread and take my medicine, I don't even care if I'm still hungry. I repeatedly do that every time I have to eat my medicine, coz I can't have my medicine with an empty stomach.
On saturday, I'm sick of being hungry and cooking things for myself when I'm like half dead. So I ask (Yea, I HAD TO ASK) for my dad to get me porridge for breakfast !@#$% (Sometimes I just wish people could do things without being ask, I'm sick and I still need to ask for food, pathetic!)
I remember one afternoon (Well, I'm too sick to remember which afternoon it is) I had to cry just to get some attention, and telling people I might kill myself soon. My fever have not gone away, and become even worse, after I finished all the Panadols that the so called certified doctor gave me. I told my mom that my fever hadn't gone away, then I started to hide myself in the blanket and refused to look or talk to anyone.
And only then, my mom ask my dad to go to pharmacy to get some medicine for me, and that took him like 2 or 3 hours =.= Forget about it, at least he get me some medicine.
Yea, for those who are concern, I'm all better now. Although I did feel just a tiny bit dizzy, I don't know why, but I am alive, thank you!
