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08/05/2005

stomach troubles.

okay i feel like blogging again, heehee. physics spa tmr though! worried worried, hope i don't screw it up like i did my chem spa.

hmm i shall tell you all about my Terrible Friday. about one hour after eating lunch from the one-nine stall in the canteen , i got quite bad diarrhoea and had to rush to the toilet to shit my ass off. then all was fine until i was preparing to go to zhiqi's house for my nyaa cooking session, i had to rush to the toilet again.

i thought that would be the end of it, but from then onwards my stomach started feeling absolutely terrible, i can't describe the feeling, just a mix of nausea and tingling stinging pain in my abdomen. it became better for a while after i ate a chicken pie from the canteen, but worsened steadily afterwards.

i don't know how i survived the bus journey to chicky's house and the entire dinner cum cooking lesson without puking a single time. just self-control i guess. i must thank chicky's parents and everyone else for their concern and for looking after me. i was feeling utterly miserable, walking around chicky's house in a daze and wanting to reach into my mouth and rip out my stomach to ease the discomfort. couldn't even enjoy chicky's mum's splendid cooking properly.

things went even further downhill after i got picked up by my parents. i began to feel extreme nausea the moment i stepped into the car, but i still held on long enough to tell my parents that i needed to see a doctor, before i had to shut my mouth and focus all my efforts on stopping my puke from shooting out of my stomach. i remember feeling total despair when i saw the long waiting line to see the doctor at the clinic, but somehow i managed to survive.

this was the lowest point of the entire day. the doctor gave me an injection and some pills, and i walked out of the doctor's room and into the waiting area. then everything started spinning and i saw black spots everywhere, and my knees gave way completely. lucky my mum caught me. i had to sit down, and when i tried to stand up to walk out of the clinic and into the waiting car the black spots returned again. at that point, i realised that my lips and tongue were completely dry, and vaguely i heard my mum exclaiming to my dad that my face was completely pale. i started hollering for water, to the receptionist and anyone who would listen. i was delirious, i wasn't thinking straight, i just remember an overpowering desire for water, and a voice telling me that i must not pass out at all costs. i pinched myself to prevent myself from fainting, and i gulped the water down the moment i got my hands on it.

then this huge wave of nausea came over me and i mumbled to my mum 'i need to puke', as i staggered off to the toilet with my mum supporting me and my hand clamped firmly across my mouth. i just made it to the toilet, but not to the sink or toilet bowl, i just puked all over the toilet floor the moment i stepped into it, and kept puking and puking until the whole floor was a stinking mess. sigh i have this phobia of vomiting, if you didn't know. i was always prone to vomiting when i was young, i've always hated it, my stomach has given me loads of misery. i used to puke all over my bed in my room almost once every 3 months, though i'm much better now.

anyway i felt much better after that, and made it all the way back home in one piece. i was quite worried about sleeping, because i didn't want to puke all over my bed again in the middle of the night like i used to do so regularly. but i fell asleep, and woke up on saturday morning with my stomach feeling much better but with me feeling very weak.

i'm okay now, still kinda weak, and i still have terribly irritating stomach cramps. i hope i'll never have to go through shit like this again, though that's unlikely, sigh. hmmm maybe i need a digestive-system transplant, mine seems pretty lousy to me.

okay seeya, i'm going off to sleep now. night!

kenny wrote this at 10:14 p.m.