Illness

I have a disease…. no, it’s not a disease, it’s more of what I would rather address as… illness.

It is called I-must-not-get-too-excited illness. I know the term is unheard of thus far, in fact, it has a more common term to it but the generally used term doesn’t sound too nice, hence I renamed it.

It happened when I was having breakfast. I was happily bitching away with Erin when suddenly it hit me. My vision blacked out for a second or two and then everything was fine again. I dismissed the fact that something may be wrong and continued chewing on my toast. Then the pounding headache started to slowly crawl its way into the system. I didn’t feel too good then but I was so convinced that it’s the normal headache that I usually experience every other day.

Back in my cube, it worsened. The world around me seemed to spin in circles. I couldn’t keep my eyes open long enough for me to read anything, couldn’t register anything anyone said to me. The pain worsen and it was intolerable I felt like crying or just hitting my head against the wall hoping it will go away when I do so.

I complained.. to no avail, it’s not like it’ll helped anyway. I needed medication and I needed it fast. Like chop chop! Pronto! The pain was definitely different than the normal headaches I usually get. It was so bad it’s affecting my vision, my balance… to cut a long story short, the pain was intolerable to the extent that I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me, hey it was that bad!

Luckily I had someone thank you honey! who offered to drive me all the way to town to see the panel doctor. The journey to the doctor itself was a torture. By then I was feeling nauseous, the urge to vomit was just too great. My left hand started to feel numb, cold and pricklish to touch. I had to close my eyes all the way, only opening them when he needed directions. No doubt, it felt like it took ages to get to the destination.

When I had to register myself, my hand felt jittery I couldn’t even write properly. I had to strain my eyes to read what was on the paper and summoned all the strength I had left in my body to transfer from hand to pen to paper.

At last, I sat down on the chair with my head rested on his shoulder waiting for my turn. My head was pounding; breathing was heavy, hand cold and numb, eyes felt too tired to even open them.

My turn came pretty fast. After describing with all my mighty effort to the doctor what I’d been through, she came to the conclusion that I was suffering from migraine. After checking my blood pressure, she dismissed my question of whether I could be suffering from high blood pressure, saying my blood pressure is waaay too low to be getting high blood pressure. Oh well… migraine it is then!

The root cause?

She said if it’s not stress, it could be related to the things I’ve been consuming in large amount lately, chocolates, cheese, coffee, tea, food containing too much seasoning or high in salt content etc

I was immediately guilty….. I knew perfectly which one of the above. Chocolates obviously, duh~!

It has been more than 24 hours since my last splitting headache. I have been more careful with the way I react to things now. I don’t know if it’s psychological, but everytime I get slightly a little too excited over things, I can feel it a slight headache coming my way -_- I know this doesn’t make sense at all but it’s true. I tend to get excited easily over the smallest thing, I’m too hyper and jumpy. I’m like….as bf quoted it…



Rhino in Bolt

He nicknamed me Rhina now, the female version of Rhino who gets super excited over the simplest thing :D I like! I think it really suits my personality :p

Hey if I’m not like that, you’ll find me pretty boring ok?


Well I guess I'll have to be boring for the next couple of days.. I can't get too excited or the illness will be back with vengeance, although the only politically correct way for me to keep the illness at bay is to control my junk food consumption, I found myself giving in to temptations....



yes, I ate the last 6 Hersey kisses and 2 Reese peanut butter chocolates, the last of the bunch, on my table.