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I got a bad case of the diarrhoea and the level of mucus in my throat can't be any higher. My bowels are killing me and I cringe every time I wanna fart. Too bad if you're eating while you're reading this, but I would love to have a decent meal anytime soon.
Without it ending up in the toilet 10 minutes later.
It would be easy for me to blame the flurry of open houses over the weekend (and the past few days as well), but who am I kidding here? Nobody forced anything down my throat last I remembered. So gluttony being part of the seven deadly sins has got some merit to it. Ugh.
My body feels drained. Like in 'Ultraman when he's fighting for dear life and that red button on his chest goes crazy'-kinda drained. You get? You won't if you're born later than 1992. Hurrah if I even have one reader from that age group. Not that I'm saying you're old.
Okay, you're old.
I'm high on Chi Kit Teck Aun pills. You know them pills right? Those black pills where you swallow a gajillion of 'em in one go. Imagine my horror when I went to the chinese medicine shop in Jusco only to be greeted by blank faces when I request for it. I don't know why, but I was so disgusted I said, "Eh, you orang Cina pun tak tau pil Chi Kit Teck Aun kah?" and stormed away into the crowd. Three cheers for muhibbah there.
In the end, I got nothing but a nasty stomach rumbling away like crazy. Good thing they have stock loads of them at Kedai Lian Yik. Three cheers for the local sundry shop!
Hmph. Globalization my ass. Pil Chi Kit Teck Aun pun takde.
Pills and globalization aside, I still have a nasty stomach to deal with. I'm going to the doctor this afternoon. With the hope that all my pain and misery will go away. Isn't that a lyric from a song?
Ah, whatever.
I'm bored.
And drained.
And my stomach feels like s***.
Full of s***, that is.