I’m an ungrateful bastard… I don’t deserve this much…

After taking 2 painkillers last night, I subjected myself to a semi-sleepless night, trying my best to fall asleep (at best I would fall asleep for an hour, and wake up for another hour, and then sleep for another hour, etc etc). At 7 am, I went to the toilet to throw up again, only this time, since I hadn’t eaten anything the day before, what came out was nasty-smelling gastric juices – horrible stuff indeed. In addition to pain in my back and pain in my stomach, I now suffered an additional pain in my right waist, which was enough to make me down another painkiller and try to get some sleep.

At 9 am, I was awakened by the sounds of my handphone ringing, and people pressing on the doorbell outside. I groggily picked myself up and opened the door, only to find… My parents.

I was completely speechless.

After inviting my mum and dad in, I checked my phone and sure enough, there were a couple of messages there telling me about them coming down to Malacca to see me (which I missed due to me sleeping right after throwing up). I told them everything that happened so far, right up to how the taxi-driver gave me a cutthroat price (“Aiyor! If it were me I would have just given him RM 3 and walked out of the car!” – My dad -.-).

My mum then told me that she suspected the doctor was blowing stuff out of proportion, and that my kidney wasn’t dehydrating like he said it was. She then took out a can of “Yoko Yoko”, before announcing that “sometimes, these work better on sprains”. I was about to argue with her about what the doctor said, but she said simply: “If Panadol works to reduce the pain, it must be a sprain. Read the bottle if you don’t believe me.” Sure enough, the label on the bottle did say “Relieves Fever, Headaches and Sprains”.

After I took a shower, my parents brought me out to take something light. We ended up eating mee-hun soup. I didn’t have the appetite to even finish half a bowl.

My parents then brought me to U-Center to get me some 100 Plus (Isotonic drink, helps replenish the body of lost salts). It was here that I threw up again, vomiting out my entire breakfast. Strangely enough, I felt a bit better after throwing up.

After parking outside IXORA, my mum told me the usual stuff: Don’t eat any oily food, sleep early, don’t use the computer so much etc etc. However, for some strange reason, I found myself deeply moved inside. As my mum gave me a farewell hug, I wanted to really just break down and cry on the spot. Even after their “we won’t care if you die on Malaccan streets” threats, they still came all the way down from Seremban to see me, and in the early morning too.

I feel horrible right now. It’s worse than the pain I felt yesterday. I’m a disobedient child, an ungrateful bastard. I don’t deserve this much. I should just be left to die on the streets, while vultures scavenge on my remains. I feel absolutely terrible now.

It’s been a long day, but I can safely say that I learned 3 things out of this:
1- I should drink more water.
2- I’ve got wonderful friends and roommates here in Malacca.
3- I’ve got awesome parents that care about me.

I’m a really, REALLY ungrateful bastard. I don’t deserve this much… T.T

Suffering…

This morning, I got up as usual, and proceeded to take my shower and empty my bowels. You know what I mean (Hint: Big Business).

After that, I went for lunch at IXORA food court. Throughout lunch, I could feel a lingering pain in my stomach, and was suspected that my “business” was far from over. I quickly finished up my lunch, went back to my room, and went to the toilet for the 2nd round.

By the time I had finished, however, I felt a sharp pain in my back, as well as an urge to throw up. Dismissing these thoughts are temporary pain, I continued my day as usual – until I felt another pain in my stomach.

This time, however, after I had left the toilet for the 3rd time, my back was hurting like crazy, and I took this as a sign to go lie down and get some rest. 30 minutes later, I woke up to find my entire back screaming in pain, and I knew that something was wrong.

I quickly got one of my rommates to accompany me to the nearest clinic (thanks man!) in MMU. The clinic, however, was closed. We then went to the clinic outside EP, only to find it also closed.

At wits end, we took a taxi to the nearest clinic he knew, which happened to be nearby MMU corner. I was charged RM 6 for it, a true cut-throat price, but by then I was too tired to bother arguing.

The doctor diagnosed my case as dehydration. The pain in my back was my kidney hurting, and it seemed that even it was becoming dehydrated. Only then did I realize I hadn’t been drinking much water these past few days, and what he said made sense.

So right now, I’m stuck with a major pain in my back, as well as occasional pains in my stomach. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but yet again, for something like this to happen right before my exams, it really dealt a blow to me. I just hope I’ll be well enough by Wednesday to take my Pre-Calculus exam….