The reason for the lack of posts isn’t fom the fact I was busy. In fact, I haven’t been busy in a while.

I only been to work for only 2 days out of 5 the last week, which is the week I was back from holidays(after taking a day of leave for my Phuket trip), which means, isn’t the smartest thing to do.

But, that was perhaps the wisest decision to keep the loo close by, and that I had a ready bed for me to writhe in pain when I had unwittingly took the Lomotil which stopped me from running to the loo(3 times in half hour), but at the same time, keep the virus within to cause such excruciating pain and churning to the tummy.

I went to the doctor again after cold-sweating and feeling abnormally weak when I got back to work last Thursday(with the pain nagging intensively), and the news wasn’t all that great.

Bread and water. My diet for another week, was what was prescribed. No fruit juices, or anything acidic cos my stomach acid was going into overdrive, and it is very likely that my stomach linings were all screwed and ulcers would be next on the plate.

BAH.

He knows how to scare me. But he Manchester United fan(wooohooo wahahahaha -smirk-)… so I believed him.

I pretty much have to let myself run to the loos as often as possible to clear the, sorry for the pun, crap viruses, and I shouldn’t aggravate the situation with fruit juices or the other medications I was on.

Sigh. Fine.

I wanted to cry when I missed out all the good food over the weekend, but after I gave in to my cravings of durian, I felt tonnes better. I think I found the perfect diet. Hurhurhur.

I still felt kinda crappy(no more crapping! But still plenty of nausea), and I have this incredible craving for prosperity burger, though the fear of what I have to go through with the memories of the worst bout of gastro I ever had still is still fresh on my mind. It. Is. Freaking. Scary. Lah.

My boss joked I should pick up a new hobby. Like knitting or something.

I stayed home on Friday rolling around on the bed, and feeling damn weak and sickly. I slept my Friday away.

It was Friday evening when my very well-missed kakis turned up, and I seriously found it hard to concentrate on the initial round that I had wanted to halt the game cos I was feeling too weak to continue.

But you know the thing with me and mahjong is, it cures everything. By the end of the evening, for the first time in 2 weeks, I felt the best I had, and the cloud of sickliness in my mind cleared up a little.

And I lasted till 6am! Woohoo! But the first round was really excruciating, I couldn’t concentrate no matter how much I tried. And it is bad cos I feel a little of that “lagging-ness” within me today.

I headed out to check on an event on Saturday with Minibean in tow, and it wasn’t long before the weakness returned after dinner.

I fell asleep at 10.30pm, feeling the lethargy catching up on me, and I woke up for a shower, before concussing out again. Woke up with a dripping nose and cough, took codein after breakfast, went back to sleep. Woke up for porridge, went back to sleep.

By the time I really did wake up from all those sleep, it was 6pm.

And I was thinking about work for today.

So now, I am feeling not entirely good cos of the cough and the runny nose. Bah.

But at least I think the gastro is making good progress.

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Very tired and very sian leh. Why always sick one? I cancelled 2 gatherings last week and still feeling shitty. Sigh.

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Mum is incredibly cranky these days.

Her words are laced with spite and she has been reacting in the most childish manner these days.

I have to hold my tongue so not to clash with her, though I know that with her continuing her antics, will just mean it will push me in the wrong directions.

She nags non stop, making comments about everything, and went on and on about how she feels like she is a maid, and that I didn’t bother to pack any food for her last night after returning from dinner with Minibean’s grandparents(we reached back past 11pm, and the dinner was at her grandaunt’s place).

I almost wanted to remind her how she made life hell for the 2 maids she drove away(she meticulously plotted it, I can’t help but think). And I feel like just employing a trained one just so she would just shut up(of course, she probably will be hopping mad).

I told Minibean to say “Thank you popo” after she made Minibean milk, and she went on and on sarcastically about “what’s there to thank? I am just a maid what..”

What the fuck?!

Oh well, I kinda ignored her, even when she made the most impossible comments and requests, that kinda kicked my mind into overdrive about making other plans.

Well, I guess I shall start saving towards that, if I ever want to make that happen.

Cos, I know, I can’t bite my lips down for much longer. I don’t even feel like going home to rest, knowing the kind of bitchiness she can get on to, even when I am sick.

And there is Chinese New Year, which.. will prove to be a tricky event, and I seriously do not even want to think about.

A storm is lurking near, and I know it. I am running out of patience, and I know it.