1.05pm : “Goodys? I would like to order one chicken burger benjo combo, Malaysia new hostel.”
“Anything else-u, ma’am?’’
“No, that’s all. Please make it fast.’’
“Of course ma’am. It’ll be there in-u few minutes.’’
1.55pm : “Parcel, waiting area, come and take.”
“Anything else-u, ma’am?’’
“No, that’s all. Please make it fast.’’
“Of course ma’am. It’ll be there in-u few minutes.’’
1.55pm : “Parcel, waiting area, come and take.”
1.57pm : dayhm.. I ordered in a short notice desperately<lunch break is only 1-2pm> so that the delivery guy would pay me back the balance that he owed <worth 300rps plus!> earlier but a pervert delivery guy showed up instead, not wanting to take any responsibility on the owed money. Anyhow, I won’t have enough time to stuff even some French fries into my mouth, rushed to class with the others who also lost themselves into world of entertainment, maybe that’s why big clocks are a must in every house.
2.10pm: I-would-never-smile-even-if-my-hubby-bought-me-a-20 carat-diamond-necklace lecturer spared us, luck weyh. Thils who came in about 10 minutes later wasn’t too lucky though.
3.10pm: Walloped the whole food, watching Mordern Family series. Hit the bed straight away..<good rest is essential for the brain which I have been abusing lots these years>. Woke up few hours later with a still filled tummy, a sign of undigested food.
7.00pm: Tummy uncomfy.
7.20pm: Shals just came in. Was a crucial moment to decide whether to go library or not with stomachache.
7.30pm: Laying on Shals bed waiting for her to get ready while teasing Thils on the way she laid like a shrimp, compensating her stomachache. Had the thought that I have obviously less pain receptors than her, stronger torture withstanding capabilities..
8.30pm : I swear can’t take the pain!!!!!! <my worst death would be dying due to stomach cancer-Vasool Raja MBBS movie influence>
8.45pm: Left Shals in the library with my books spread all over on the table. First time using the shortcut to my hostel, without my handphone’s light<left hp in room>..cowdunks can be anywhere, not forgetting the cow itself. Snakes? I guess the stomach pain exceeds the fear of it.
9.00pm: Landed safe and sound on the bed.. Doesn’t mean the pain descended.
Lost the timing <u kidding me? It was fcuking painful> : Vens left her study table, walked all the way to library to get my bag and fetch Shals who was almost eaten by mosquitoes alive. In room alone, was literally screaming in pain. In few minutes time<which I certainly felt like hours> my girls came visiting. The point when I could take it no more, listened to them and jumped into Nas’s car to hospital. Headed to emergency ward with Arths and Vens holding both sides of my hands..funny hehe. The one and only nurse, put me on IV drips <guess she got shocked seeing me puking upon entry >..which wasn’t necessary according to the doctor later <panicked, felt like striping the whole dahm thing off>. Yet she placed 4 new bottles of sodium blabla for the next infusions..another doc pounded in, did advised for more infusion <was shaking my head ‘no-no’ to the nurse just as he turned his back>. A patient, young girl in her teenage-hood entered with a bandage on her forehead..her mom sauntered out in dismay with tears. Later, an old man was admitted with blood clots in his heart <the conclusion we made after eavesdropping>..watched intensely the methods of using ECT. His wife was very calm, the son handled the procedures with much responsibility <hats off>. Had a sudden guilt, what am I doing here when there’s others who are truly needy of this hospital bed than me. <Shals reassured me there’s plenty more beds available>. With all these, I was shivering like as if they put me under wrong medication..because she kept administering drugs intravenously<ouch! Felt the rush.> every time my stomach gets brutally attacked my evil microorganisms in my intestine. <figured out that they placed me directly under the air conditioner later on>. Taking out the needle used for IV infusion was little scary, thank god my friends are doctors..followed their advice to not to look at it. <Saw when it was out though…big needle! Omigawd!>
Lost the timing <u kidding me? It was fcuking painful> : Vens left her study table, walked all the way to library to get my bag and fetch Shals who was almost eaten by mosquitoes alive. In room alone, was literally screaming in pain. In few minutes time<which I certainly felt like hours> my girls came visiting. The point when I could take it no more, listened to them and jumped into Nas’s car to hospital. Headed to emergency ward with Arths and Vens holding both sides of my hands..funny hehe. The one and only nurse, put me on IV drips <guess she got shocked seeing me puking upon entry >..which wasn’t necessary according to the doctor later <panicked, felt like striping the whole dahm thing off>. Yet she placed 4 new bottles of sodium blabla for the next infusions..another doc pounded in, did advised for more infusion <was shaking my head ‘no-no’ to the nurse just as he turned his back>. A patient, young girl in her teenage-hood entered with a bandage on her forehead..her mom sauntered out in dismay with tears. Later, an old man was admitted with blood clots in his heart <the conclusion we made after eavesdropping>..watched intensely the methods of using ECT. His wife was very calm, the son handled the procedures with much responsibility <hats off>. Had a sudden guilt, what am I doing here when there’s others who are truly needy of this hospital bed than me. <Shals reassured me there’s plenty more beds available>. With all these, I was shivering like as if they put me under wrong medication..because she kept administering drugs intravenously<ouch! Felt the rush.> every time my stomach gets brutally attacked my evil microorganisms in my intestine. <figured out that they placed me directly under the air conditioner later on>. Taking out the needle used for IV infusion was little scary, thank god my friends are doctors..followed their advice to not to look at it. <Saw when it was out though…big needle! Omigawd!>
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| spot the place for the syringe disposal? |
12am something: Yescaped. Entering the hostel main door, didn’t even make contact with the warden’s eyes <trust me, they are demons>, showed the bandage on my hand which had already the wound due to the previous massive skin puncture profusely bleed, wetting the cotton gauge,. I continued walking straight to my bed,..laid with my dirty jeans on, microorganisms’ attack returned. Had few concerned visitors, my lovely ladies took good care of me.,,was put to rest. Happy to be loved.
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