anotherlongshot (anotherlongshot) wrote,

Curse of the Chinese New Year.

On Thursday night, I spent approximately an hour and a half, from 11 p.m. until 12.30 a.m., throwing up whatever I ate in the day intermittently, or more specifically, three times.

I remember last Chinese New Year, I had to go back to work because of some closing submissions and I spent my Valentine's Day, which was a day or two before the day I had to go back to work, depressed as hell about it, thereby totally ruining my own night.

I spent the whole of yesterday (Friday) feeling absolutely immobile and enervated. To top things all off, because it was the second day of Chinese New Year, 90% of the clinics in Singapore were closed. I had to settle for waiting a whopping one hour and forty-five minutes to see a doctor who was maybe four years older than me, who didn't even take my temperature. I was feeling feverish, but was really too bloody out of it to remind him to do his job.

And for some reason, after I ate one slice of bread and took the medicine that I was given, I threw up again two hours later - nevermind that one of the medicine was designed to stop me from throwing up.

It's Saturday night and I still feel very lethargic.

I wish I had happier things to say, but obviously, I'm not feeling that great at the moment.


I had to skip tennis this morning for obvious reasons. As I laid in bed at 9.46 a.m. (I slept at 11 p.m. the night before), awake and not going for tennis, I marvelled over the fact that I could count on one hand the number of times I skipped my usual Saturday tennis session because I was sick.

For some reason, by whatever stroke of miracle, I keep myself so healthy that it doesn't register in my mind how good it is to just be healthy, to be able to go out and do things, to be able to drag myself up at 8.45 in the morning on a Saturday to play tennis, to book tickets to see a movie with my boyfriend, hell, even to be able to eat a piece of chocolate without feeling queasy.

I just want to be fine again. I am impatient to be fine again. This really sucks.


My stomach area actually hurts when I'm sitting up. I wonder if it's somehow strained from all the puking.

And also, I get these really painful pangs once in a while in the stomach area, almost like a searing pain. I don't even get that when I'm having my usual gastric nonsense. I guess a gastric flu is more serious than my usual gastric nonsense, though I don't know why the doctor didn't say I had food poisoning.


Tags: chinese new year, health, personal, rant, sick

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