last day of 2007

New cure for coughing individuals! Drink coke. Serious!

Most of you will know that I've been coughing badly ever since I came back from Indonesia.
No, I didn't go to the doctor cos' I don't want my parents to spend so much money on me.
I keep going out, so each time I do that I'll need to spend money.
Taking money like this makes me feel guilty.
So I just told them that the doc would give the same kind of medicine which we still have at home. Those black coloured liquid which causes drowsiness.
But I wasn't consistent in taking the med.. and the cough persisted for almost a month.
On Saturday night, however, I drank a HUGE cup of coke at the cinema.
And ta-da, I'm healed! hahaha... God heals in strange ways.

I slept like a log on Saturday night. Or rather, Sunday morning.
You'll never guess what I dreamed of.
Well, part of that dream came true. It was freaky.
I dreamed that I had menses and I stained both the front and back of my shorts.
Then when I woke up and went to relieve myself in the morning, I saw blood -___-


Yesterday afternoon was like hell for me.

I went to church in the morning, and was fine.
I went for lunch with my family plus grandparents, and was fine.
I went to Sheng Siong with them, pushed the trolley, was damn sian, and was (still) fine.

I took a nap upon stepping into the house... dunno why I was that tired.
Then I woke up quite suddenly with a strong urge to go and shit.
this post is going to be gross. you've been warned.

So I went to the toilet and tried to shit. Ok, I did shit.
I had constipation la.
There was an excruciating pain in my stomach.. and nothing I did could ease that pain.
I tried sitting in different positions, leaning on the wall to my right, leaning back, grabbing my dad's trousers which was hanging on the wall (and dropped afterwards), shifted my legs here and there but to no avail.
I tried praying, but all I could say was "Lord, help me..." in desperation.
It was so terrible, I couldn't even say a proper prayer.
The song we sang for ministry in church that morning was on repeat mode in my head though.
"Through it all, I know my God is in control"
and I held on to that though it seemed I was going to die just by sitting on the toilet bowl
The pain seared for a long time.. was just... tormenting.
which left me drenched in perspiration.
I clutched my stomach the whole time. It was so painful, I was close to tears.
Ah I dunno how else to describe.

Then the moment I feared arrived. I wanted to puke.
I vomited my lunch out.. it felt horrible, could see the chicken rice there...
Maybe that's how God helped me, because after puking, I felt a lot better.
All the energy was drained out though. I was dead beat after the battle with my digestive system in the toilet.
This sucks especially when you're having your 'time of the month'.
As if the cramps help at all...

After what felt like hell in the toilet, I managed to drag myself to my bag to get my phone. haha.
It was THAT bad.
Replied msges... there was one from a blur Timothy (happy birthday, boy!) that read
"Ahh wait. Im confused. I was msging my cousin ur msgs and msging u my cousin's. Both ur numbers so similar." Lol, so cute, I couldn't resist putting this up here.

I didn't take my dinner that night, for fear of vomiting.
I only ate some sweets and some oreo cookies later in the night.
Feeling better now, that's why I'm online blogging and conferencing with Jia Yan and Kenneth on the phone.

Watcnight service, watchnight service!