Good day? Bad day?

Good day? Bad day?

Hello people, didn't plan to blog now cos there's really something I wish to share. I think I would have land myself in hospital if not for the help of some kind people. Coffee nearly killed me!!! I felt like I'm doomed really, can't even speak.

Oh BY THE WAY, it's 5pm now and I would like to announce that this is my 31st hour awake without any naps in between, since 10am yesterday! Mind over body, I survived 2 papers with last minute preparation!!!!!!!! Wahahahha...

English's kindda screwed this morning.. couldn'y even lift my pen with a good grip.. .. and Mathematics...

So sorry, can I resume the story-telling later? Cos I guess I really need to take a nap.

~To be Continued~

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21:54hr

Maths was good! I was lucky that it wasn't made too challenging.

Will start off with my 1st inadvertence of the day - I drank lots of coffee which triggered gastritis. It just didn't occur to me that my stomach can't take too much of that.

Knew my tummy wasn't feeling very comfortable so I went to Delifrance immediately after English paper. The acid juices started acting up and I was suddenly aware that I shouldn't consume bread with an empty stomach, esp on one that is already corroded cos of the COFFEE. Alright so I ordered something else, custard pie, but it didn't get any better, just worse, took 2 antacid (medication), and decided that maybe I should just eat something proper - breaded chicken.

The 1st piece of chicken I swallowed caused so much torment and I have to stop breathing to endure it. Then I thought, "should've taken medication earlier.. it's okie, now that I've taken, will only need awhile for it to heal."

In case some of you do not know, you're not advisable to eat much when you stomach lining is already corroded cos the food will only come into contact with the burnt flesh and cause a lot of pain.

So I started to do my revision on Maths, however, the pain didn't subside. Took more pills. 30 mins later, still no improvements, and I even vomitted. That damn toilet made me walk so far just to throw out the gastric juices. Horrible, but at that point I'm still able to walk. Went back, 2 pills left. Ate them, but the condition still continued to deteriorate.

I have no idea if it's over imagination, but I can envision the gastric acid burning and corroding my flesh leaving them raw and probably sizzling.. *LOL* I soon decide that I really can't swallow any food so I asked for the bill. I guess those staff there were thinking why I'm ordering so much but not eating them.

This Indian lady(staff) "Not eating?"

I smiled and explain it's because I can't. I hesitated a lil before I ask if she can help me buy my medicine in the nearest pharmacy. Cos it's just so weird to ask strangers for such help, I find it extremely awkward.

They're so kind, allowed me to sit there for hours until I feel better. Felt kindda pathetic actually. Like, "damn, look at you now.." To add on to my stress, some constrution was being carried out nearby and the sound of drilling was so intense and vexing. Many thanks to my iPod too, I was able to shut my eyes and relax. 10 min passed, 20, 30. The pain's de-escalating too slowly!!!!! Just as I opened my eyes, the manager served me warm milk! OMG, I felt so touched.

I must say I'm considered kindda independent and strong willed, I don't usually cry for help in situations where can be solved without any help from others, and I like doing things on my own, that is, when Hubby's not around. In this case, nobody can help or do anything about my gastritis.. so for a moment, I thought the pain will die-away as I bear with it a lil more. But I can get emotional when someone shows concern as I'm close to helplessness, to the extend that tears can flow out uncontrollably, but I swear I hate it, cos I look extremely disgusting if I cry, have no idea why can't I learn to restrain that. It has been like that since young.

LUCKILY I DIDN'T TEAR

But was close to. You can't imagine how pathetic I was. Cos I have to force a smile and thank him, took great pains and efforts. Darn that COFFEE. The glass of milk really saved my life. It's still painful when I consume it, I took really small sips, trying to be as gentle to my stomach as possible. It's miracle, the pain was reduced very quickly and I managed to be able to go back to school on my own.

This is the FIRST time I have drank milk so willingly. I hate it, and I still do. But then in the morning, it's more than just willingness to finish the whole glass. They have no idea how grateful I was, and I still am. That glass of milk was really an important determiner. Thank them so much! They kept assuring me it's ok to rest a lil more until I'm totally comfortable.

Gonna scan/x-ray my stomach in the holidays, I think there's a need to. Sounds really doltish, I was gently touching my stomach before my nap just now, and felt so sorry for the pain it has to go through. Poor tummy, it's my fault =(

*3 person I would like to thank for being so suportive; Betty, Evan and Jarick. Thank YOU!!