Done!
I thought I was well again. No I'm not.
I thought I was good this time. No I'm not.
I thought everything will work according to my plans. No they didn't.
I thought of every recent day as a new beginning. No they ended up stale.
I'm done for.
In this aspect-
(I don't wish to explain)
Went to lunch with P and L. So I asked my dad to go home first, and bring my bag home with him. I left my keys in there.
Hence I couldnt get home later..sucks. Bro's on night duty, father's out to work, mum at the wake.
I needed to change. I needed my medicine. I needed to pack my room. I needed some rest.
All these I went without..
End result? my diarrhea came back to haunt me all again.
And I climbed the stairs so many times for a toilet repeatedly.
Not gona let this happen again.
Did something very smart this morning.
Woke up at 6am, trying very very hard to keep myself awake.
I drank coffee
hmm. not a coffee person-not workin.
So I did hoola-hoops.
voila!
I puked...
Very smart attempt of me when I knew well that I was suffering from stomach flu.
But I was a desperado.
oks. very sleepy.
*It's just amazing when I observed how much positivity I have these days. No matter how upsetting a day is. I always manage to find smiles in my soul.
Perhaps Im just too lazy to be unhappy. why not?*