Mr Doctor, i'm sick sick sick
Mr Doctor, I'm Sick Sick Sick
So i was at the clinic yesterday as my right eye is hurting and teary. Like symptom of "style" growing beneath it. but Mr Doctor was unable to detect anything life threatening so i was sent off with eye drop. oh and gastric pill.
i tried to think hard what did i do that landed myself with such a horrible gastric that protest vigourously at any delay in meals or half filling meals. Missy gastric is so spoilt that, the first late meal after a long while can still send it screaming and squeezing the life out of me.
tracing back, the word 'diet' or 'skipping meals' is non existence in my growing years in primary school. By the time i was sec 1, people start exclaiming how skinny i am and thus i wasn't under the pressure to go on a diet. What's more, i am too ill-discipline to do that.
Maybe the lousy food in JJ must take on some blame but towards the later part of the year, i seldom show up in school. then it boils down to my NUS days. Ah yes.. i was too obsessed with squeezing all my modules into a 3days work week to remember lunch. my grandest record was 3consecutive days of 10am-6pm with no breaks.
and then and then, there was the usual habit of picking my food and refusing to eat anything not tasty enough, and the too many snackings and thus skipping proper meals.
and so you have it. The body protested. No scope is needed Mr.Doctor, i have found the cause!
*repent*repent*repent*
p/s pardon the mistakes in the post, i'm typing with my right eye close. :)
Mr Doctor, I'm sick!
Sick and Tired of Living!
So i was at the clinic yesterday as my right eye is hurting and teary. Like symptom of "style" growing beneath it. but Mr Doctor was unable to detect anything life threatening so i was sent off with eye drop. oh and gastric pill.
i tried to think hard what did i do that landed myself with such a horrible gastric that protest vigourously at any delay in meals or half filling meals. Missy gastric is so spoilt that, the first late meal after a long while can still send it screaming and squeezing the life out of me.
tracing back, the word 'diet' or 'skipping meals' is non existence in my growing years in primary school. By the time i was sec 1, people start exclaiming how skinny i am and thus i wasn't under the pressure to go on a diet. What's more, i am too ill-discipline to do that.
Maybe the lousy food in JJ must take on some blame but towards the later part of the year, i seldom show up in school. then it boils down to my NUS days. Ah yes.. i was too obsessed with squeezing all my modules into a 3days work week to remember lunch. my grandest record was 3consecutive days of 10am-6pm with no breaks.
and then and then, there was the usual habit of picking my food and refusing to eat anything not tasty enough, and the too many snackings and thus skipping proper meals.
and so you have it. The body protested. No scope is needed Mr.Doctor, i have found the cause!
*repent*repent*repent*
p/s pardon the mistakes in the post, i'm typing with my right eye close. :)
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