Tuesday, February 13, 2007
cpox
Bad days make you feel like burning down your school. Bad days make you feel like tearing off all your hair from your scalp raw. Bad days make you snap at innocent people - family, friends, stray cats, strangers, passers-by, The Backstreet Boys, neighbours, old friends persuading you to hang out with them, your Sylvanian bunny, your IMH patients, cab drivers, the kitchen ants.
Bad days make me feel like bursting my chickenpox vesicles. Yes i'm down with chickenblardypox. No i have no idea from whom i got the varicella zoster. Yes it's finally itching (after i complained to everyone that my vesicles don't itch, i mean it's uncharacteristic of cpox right). No i'm not enjoying my two-week holiday. Yes i still have to complete school assignments. No i haven't gotten down to revising for the last exams. Yes i am very very anxious. Especially for the PRCP.
And no, i'm not feeling any better even after blogging.
I have taken coconut juice, as advised by many. I still don't understand what the power of the coconut is.. I have plenty of rest, albeit interrupted by scheduled medication time. And in my sleep/awake state, i witnessed my parents fussing over me. (: It's been long, yo. Mom bent over me, peering into my face with the endless amount of angry red spots, cooing "My poor girl..."; Dad attempting to count the number of vesicles ("Are these all? Any more? Have more spots grown??"), nagging at me to stop blanketing myself. It was dad, i realized, who was the first to spot one of the first few spots at the back of my neck. He inquired about it, and my sister asked if he was worried i had gotten myself a lovebite at the back the neck. -_-
The varicella chose such a nice time. With the exams 'round the corner, and two group presentations due this week, and about a week after Chicken and i had a conversation about this virus back at IMH. So i can't gloat about being lucky anymore.. in fact, i should be feeling lucky that i'm down with it now than later at an older age. More complications, more likely to die. (:
Bad days make me one nasty person.
(I snapped at mr lim, made my dad angry, pissed my sister off, i don't suppose the list will end here. I'll have a lot of damage control to do.)
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fara // 17:34
cpox
Bad days make you feel like burning down your school. Bad days make you feel like tearing off all your hair from your scalp raw. Bad days make you snap at innocent people - family, friends, stray cats, strangers, passers-by, The Backstreet Boys, neighbours, old friends persuading you to hang out with them, your Sylvanian bunny, your IMH patients, cab drivers, the kitchen ants.
Bad days make me feel like bursting my chickenpox vesicles. Yes i'm down with chickenblardypox. No i have no idea from whom i got the varicella zoster. Yes it's finally itching (after i complained to everyone that my vesicles don't itch, i mean it's uncharacteristic of cpox right). No i'm not enjoying my two-week holiday. Yes i still have to complete school assignments. No i haven't gotten down to revising for the last exams. Yes i am very very anxious. Especially for the PRCP.
And no, i'm not feeling any better even after blogging.
I have taken coconut juice, as advised by many. I still don't understand what the power of the coconut is.. I have plenty of rest, albeit interrupted by scheduled medication time. And in my sleep/awake state, i witnessed my parents fussing over me. (: It's been long, yo. Mom bent over me, peering into my face with the endless amount of angry red spots, cooing "My poor girl..."; Dad attempting to count the number of vesicles ("Are these all? Any more? Have more spots grown??"), nagging at me to stop blanketing myself. It was dad, i realized, who was the first to spot one of the first few spots at the back of my neck. He inquired about it, and my sister asked if he was worried i had gotten myself a lovebite at the back the neck. -_-
The varicella chose such a nice time. With the exams 'round the corner, and two group presentations due this week, and about a week after Chicken and i had a conversation about this virus back at IMH. So i can't gloat about being lucky anymore.. in fact, i should be feeling lucky that i'm down with it now than later at an older age. More complications, more likely to die. (:
Bad days make me one nasty person.
(I snapped at mr lim, made my dad angry, pissed my sister off, i don't suppose the list will end here. I'll have a lot of damage control to do.)
fara // 17:34
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