I got to work feeling unusually jittery today, since I wasn’t in the office over the past few days, plus the fact that my boss will be back today…. and no forgetting the queasiness in the tummy(a bad bout of gastro over the trip in Phuket).

And with any other trips/incidents in my life, it was a trip that was filled with its tiny adventures(no broken fingers, yay!), and like my colleagues had expected, I would return to work not feeling well, at all.

Yeah.. I had a bout of gastro and I ended up feeling sick without being seasick. I puked on the boat, and I still feel like puking today.

Alas, I do not have the time to actually think about it, before I have to give some updates at a meeting…. which went on pretty well without any preparations nor jitters, possibly because I already followed on with whatever that’s going on, or that I am in too much of a delirium to feel the usual presentation nerves.

Oh, did I mention the hormone pills I took weren’t working and I had my menses(and yes, the cramps) in the midst of the trip?

The dives went on uneventfully(thank God!) until the last day.

I term it my Similan adventure.

Did I mention how I was stranded alone underwater(and half paikia-ly wanted to dive alone until I decided I didn’t want to die without people knowing), and then only to surface to find no boat in sight in the choppiest of waters I have ever experienced(which was kinda fun, really!).

The divemaster thought I was back on boat, the boat thought I was underwater and moved on to the other side of the reef.

Then, a dingy came to my rescue when I managed to see a boat coming my way and I waved to it. It honked the dingy to come to my rescue, and I refused to hang on to the rope, and the rescue guy could only made me take off my weight belt and BCD in the water(seriously, without the BCD, mask and everything… I really wouldn’t want to be in the choppy waters at all!). I grabbed the rope with my dear life man! Before I had to crawl my way into the dingy in the choppy waters.

My dive ended prematurely, and the 2nd dive saw every one of the 4 guys freezing(except me, cos I am fat and unattractive), and they were struggling in the waters while I just… happily and feeling liberated in the choppy waters. I was having so much fun that the DM had to shout at me hang on to the rope(not that I didn’t want to, but cos I got kick in my face by panicky WT and I wanted to move on to the other side where it was less crowded).

The water was so choppy that the DM refused to let me take off my fins on my own(the boat was rocking so much that everyone had problems even holding on to it, much less climbing up the stairs), and he seemed kinda panicky by the sea conditions too.

I know I sound incoherant, but please bear in mind I am still in my state of delirium and not very in tuned with my senses. I am amused and amazed I actually got through the presentation talking sense.

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You know how on many occasions, words roll to the tip of your tongue and you just have to bite it back.

And then with time, you realise, that is perhaps, the best thing you could do, even though, at the back of your mind, you know there are pages, pages of words, that you owe.

Just like many things, moments and words often slip by, when you realise, just as quickly how they probably don’t matter to others anymore.

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I am just glad to breathe again underwater, as much as I was nervous.

And yay, I am now an advanced diver. Woohoo!

And work seems to go on pretty smoothly as well. Just hope it will stay this way