I had one of the worst diarrhoea of my life on Friday night. One hour after supper at Coffeeclub, my stomach began to engage in a war of its own. Tortured me for the next 5 hours. The pain came for awhile and stopped. And I ran to the toilet like every half an hour. When the pain came, it was so unbearable that I curled up like a ball and whined, kept telling tintin that I am going to die soon. Haha, logically speaking, I don't think anyone can die from the pain of diarrhoea, but I really felt so at that point in time. Tintin made me swallowed 2 charcoal pills, and I managed to fall asleep during the interval where my stomach rested amidst the war, after like running to the toilet for help at least 3 times since I laid on the bed trying to sleep.
I highly suspect the seafood I ate at Coffeeclub. And I don't think I have the courage to patronise them again. The risk of after effect send me shudders. Saturday I rushed home after work, and behaved like a little girl in front of my parents. Mum cooked porridge for me, but I had no appetite and she cooked a huge bowl for me! Claiming that I must eat more since I had ate nothing for the whole day. I refused and she resorted to feeding me. I kept nagging that I cannot finished, until my father told my mum I cannot finish then dun keep forcing me. Haha. After dinner I sprawled on the sofa like one half dead fish, and my dad fed me dunno what medicine, got 2 or 3 types. I just opened my mouth and swallowed them.
Fell asleep on the sofa from 9 till midnight, then woke up watched TV, on and off dozed off, and my dad woke up from the middle of his sleep, see me hide under the blanket given such humid weather, suspect I fever, took my temperature and Bingo! Fever's on too! So, he stuffed me with fever medicine and asked me to sleep in my bedroom.
Felt alot better on Sunday, though still a little giddy. Went to work as normal and went for Ladyboss' birthday celebration!
I am kind of sleepy now. Birthday photos up next entry!
