POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUSLY LENGTHY BLOG AHEAD

Not this one.

The next one perhaps.

Much thoughts had invaded my private space for the past couple of days, and there are many things I would want to talk about, but then, er, would not be very healthy for your eyes, and emotional state if you were to read them all at one go.

So, I would just do the simple recaps for the weekend.

Erm, not now.

Later, when I return home, perhaps.

For now, I have to doll up, and dash out.

Albeit a tad reluctantly.

I suspect my quite goodlooking doctor was trying to kill me, instead of cure me.

The medications he gave me are making me really queasy despite the fact that they are not supposed to make me drowsy.

It’s worse. Much, much worse.

I have been feeling the accelerated heartbeat, sweaty palms, nausea, uncontrollable shivers from the cocktail of pills.

Light-headed.

I went to town yesterday in such a daze that all my reaction lagged. All my senses lagged.

And my ability to decipher, to hear, to see, to process, all slowed down.

Scary.

I felt like a zombie.

And now?

Whee.. I just took another dose.

And I am heading out.

I can feel the thumping of the heartbeat, and I am shaking already.

Woohoo.

There better be a seat for me on the MRT, or I might just make headline news for doing something silly.

In fact, I feel much, much better without taking the antibiotics, or whatever thingy he prescribed me to drug me with.

The symptoms seem easier to bear more than the after effects.

Bleah.

So now, what should I wear?