So Sick.

No, i'm not talking about NeYo's bloody song.

"I" am so sick. As in physically unfit. I'm still mentally sane.

Last week i was caught with both menstrual cramps, slight fever AND a horrible sore throat. i had never experienced anything like it. I reckoned the sore throat came from the megavolumes of bromine and sulphurdioxide i breathed in from chemistry practicals. well, our teacher let us deal with the concentrated acids ourselves. accidents were inevitable.

anyways, the chem teacher mentioned, paraphrased, "If you breathe in SO2, it could dissolve into your saliva and form H2SO3 (don't we all know that that's sulphorous acid). And if you are unfortunate enough, a sore throat is what you would end up with". i was warned. but how the hell did i know that bromine had the same effect??? i dont know what kinda acid it forms, HBr?? i gulped in breathfuls of the bloody gas without realising its effect, i was still hopping around the class in glee of the brown vapour, the blue and the violet vapour i conjured. heh. almost fainted in school (nah, it wasn't that bad), went to the doctor, went home, tookmy drugs and slept. 17 hours straight. woke up with worse throat. i felt like my throat cells denatured or something. it felt as if it was cooked. hardened. it felt like a sunburn. what am i saying? so that marks the beginning of my deteriorating health. death is near, i can feel it! !@^&*()(^%$#@

i got better a week later. A WHOLE WEEK! and then, AND THEN, AND THEN!!! and then i was struck with flu. garh! i asked for tissues everywhere i went. when it comes to tissues i can never be self sufficient. i am not a tissue person. i dont carry unlimited tissue supplies wherever i go, unlike most girls. and i am definitely NOT a hankerchief person. can you imagine that? goo all over your hanky, from your nose? YUCK.

ok. optimism. yes yes. i can feel the bugs go away. i can feel it! YES! *sniffle, cough, cough, sniffle* YES IT WILL GO AWAY! smile. C=

some people are helping. it's so ironic that Jon who has a sworn hatred against chocolate is the one supplying me with my daily dose of browngooeysweetyummyheaven. hey, it IS helping me get better. it's helping me get fat, and fat is GOOD. admit it, fat people are nice to hug. HUG ME! you'll love it. HAHAHAHA. yea, i think im getting better.

Now here's an amusing conversation:
PersonWhoAdoresAmilyn: Hey
Amilyn: Hey
PWAA: What's wrong?
Amilyn: What? oh, im sick.
PWAA: yea i know that, but it looks like it's more than just that.
Amilyn: huh? yea i've never felt more sick before, i haven't been to a doctor since.. i was 5.
PWAA: you know, you seem pretty down these past two weeks, like someone's slowly draining the life out of you.
Amilyn: hey, im smiling everyday. what can be wrong
PWAA: im not about to get psychiatric and tell you i see something hidden behind those smiles
Amilyn: i'm just feeling tired and worn out alright?
PWAA: i know it's more than that. come on, you can tell me.
Amilyn: wacko. *runs off*