It’s Friday morning. I “relatively” woke late today. I tried to do something different today. I had my breakfast which I never had for a long time. I had fried rice eggs and sausage. Erm as usual I eat alone.
So I think and think (and think) what should I blog about today. Out of nowhere I start reminiscing about the past. I was someone that sick occasionally. At least I will get sick onceĀ a year. I mean for whatever reason.
There were specifically twice I had the most “memorable” sickness. Those are the two worst that I ever had. Here is the second one.
This was during Form 5.
I was living as normal as anybody could ever live. I eat on time. I did breakfast. I slept like any student would have. I went to classes. I do sport sometimes. I do everything a nerd boy would ever do. However, I could not possibly imagine how I got my gastric problem.
I never know what it felt to have a gastric problem so when I felt stomach ache I just assume that it’s nothing. So I just let it persist for a very long time before it become unbearably painful. For a month I suffer so much painful. Every hour for a month I suffer the sharp feeling of well known Gastric pain.
In the end I went to the polyclinic and the doctor decide to do operation…for what ever reason. I ran away to my home town and my mum and auntie took care of me and I eventually get well.
It’s nothing special about the pain part. The thing that I really remember was how I bear the unbearable pain. There were no lying position that was comfortable for me. I couldn’t sleep most of the time. I felt like screaming all the time. Yet one thing that made me at ease.
(I stuck here when writing this post… I continued writing a few hours later.)
I was on painkiller most of the time. My late sister gave me because she was also unwell at that time. To a point I finish all the pain killer and I had to endure all the pain again. I also tried to cry to ease the pain but I can get myself into tears.
I like someone at that specific frame of time. We were not a couple exactly (never was and never will be) but I liked her. So when I was in extreme pain I started to remember her. I felt like seeing her and I really wanted to see her so much. I really really miss her. Then I called her name silently in my heart. Then miraculously I felt a bit okay. Felt like the pain went away.Just like that….
*I can’t continue writing anymore…I lost all the idea…so I will just publish this post up to here*
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