For the 2nd time, I fell ill in the plane!!!! Bah! I thought the first time was horrible enough, and hoped I'll nv encounter it ever ever again, but....I still experienced it one more time!
The first time was horrid. I was so ill that I dozed off in my room without even removing my shoes...and my head was spinning like nobody's biz.
Yesterday, before I boarded the plane, I felt that my duodenities was acting up again. It's been torturing me at various intervals for the past few days, so much that I was wrenching a lot at home and in public (what will people think?!), and losing my appetite.
I started feeling feverish, and popped a few pills, praying hard that it'll go away. The gnawing feeling was there even when I went up the plane, and the moment I settled down, I was extremely exhausted. I felt very unwell, and wasn't very much aware of anything that was going on around, except the cabin crew serving me a hot towel.
The flight was a torment to me since I wasn't able to get into the most comfy position to doze off in, despite given the best seat in the economy class (the one with the big leg space). My joints were aching, and no matter how I twisted and turned, tossed and flopped, I was still uncomfy.
I was wishing so much that my bf was at Heathrow to meet me and help me with my luggage when I arrived because I was so weak that pushing the trolley was a chore.
But thank goodness he was there at the coach station in Cardiff, as promised. He said I looked very ill (now I know why so many people were looking at me at the station).
Popped more pills when I got back to our flat and laid on his bed, happily tucked under his duvet. It was difficult to doze off since I was "boiling". But I still dozed off eventually after a hot bowl of miso soup (yummy!), and sleep talking a lot (I was dreaming about some building infrastructure and when my bf woke me up, I recall briefly telling him how impt the foundation is and that it must be very strong and stable before we can make a good building...*rolls eyes*).
Finally, woke up to find that it's 12 midnight. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! Ok, I was actually awoken by the sounds of the fireworks outside my flat. My boy was already snoozing next to me. We missed the countdown...SHUCKS! I just hate myself for falling ill when he said he didn't want to wake me up earlier since it wasn't easy for me to doze off, and that I needed a lot of rest.
Feeling much better now, but my appetite's still bad. Couldn't even finish my bowl of instant noodles... Hopefully, I'll get better after a good night's rest tonight.
The first time was horrid. I was so ill that I dozed off in my room without even removing my shoes...and my head was spinning like nobody's biz.
Yesterday, before I boarded the plane, I felt that my duodenities was acting up again. It's been torturing me at various intervals for the past few days, so much that I was wrenching a lot at home and in public (what will people think?!), and losing my appetite.
I started feeling feverish, and popped a few pills, praying hard that it'll go away. The gnawing feeling was there even when I went up the plane, and the moment I settled down, I was extremely exhausted. I felt very unwell, and wasn't very much aware of anything that was going on around, except the cabin crew serving me a hot towel.
The flight was a torment to me since I wasn't able to get into the most comfy position to doze off in, despite given the best seat in the economy class (the one with the big leg space). My joints were aching, and no matter how I twisted and turned, tossed and flopped, I was still uncomfy.
I was wishing so much that my bf was at Heathrow to meet me and help me with my luggage when I arrived because I was so weak that pushing the trolley was a chore.
But thank goodness he was there at the coach station in Cardiff, as promised. He said I looked very ill (now I know why so many people were looking at me at the station).
Popped more pills when I got back to our flat and laid on his bed, happily tucked under his duvet. It was difficult to doze off since I was "boiling". But I still dozed off eventually after a hot bowl of miso soup (yummy!), and sleep talking a lot (I was dreaming about some building infrastructure and when my bf woke me up, I recall briefly telling him how impt the foundation is and that it must be very strong and stable before we can make a good building...*rolls eyes*).
Finally, woke up to find that it's 12 midnight. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! Ok, I was actually awoken by the sounds of the fireworks outside my flat. My boy was already snoozing next to me. We missed the countdown...SHUCKS! I just hate myself for falling ill when he said he didn't want to wake me up earlier since it wasn't easy for me to doze off, and that I needed a lot of rest.
Feeling much better now, but my appetite's still bad. Couldn't even finish my bowl of instant noodles... Hopefully, I'll get better after a good night's rest tonight.
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