I Am OK Now...
To those of you who were concern for me over the surge of sadness that enveloped me on Tuesday...
I am OK. Thank you, my dears :)
It's probably the PMS thingy. I think I better take my Evening Primrose supplement religiously. It's not worth it, you know, letting depression taking over an otherwise normal mind. It's a terrible-terrible thing to feel absolute hopelessness pounding it's message in your mind.
And boy, am I glad that I am out of the rut :D
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Last night, PA and I went to watch a free Starlight Cinema movie (cos I won the tickets for the opening night.) I don't know what message is 'American Dreamz' trying to bring across. Though slightly better than last year's 'Skeleton Key', it's just as duh. I thought the cast selection was good. But the story... :S
After that, PA and I went to MOS in JN's car. The club was still densely populated when we arrived. It's suppose to be Ladies Night on a Retro Night. The action didn't pack in till about 12am. I had planned to leave at 1am, but ended leaving the club at 3am. The combination of the retro music and the alchohol were the reason why I forgot my committment, I guess.
It's been a long-long while since I enter a dance club. It's just not the place to hang out anymore. And I am not that kind of person who likes to be intoxicated with alchohol, having seen pathetic scenes of girls/women/even ladies vormitting in the ladies toilet, or have to be carried out of the club by their friends, or just too toxicated that they had to just be 'stoned' outside the club. To me, the attraction of clubbing is more of the fact that it's a place where one can move to the rhthym of his/her favourite music.
But last night I was intoxicated, somewhat. Probably because of the long absence from the scene, I guess. There were only 3 of us, and the other two are drinkers. Fortunately, I known when to stop and didn't down more bourbon coke when I felt my head was spinning. It was still spinning when I reach home.
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The lack of sleep + the alchohol wasn't good for a morning wake-up. But I went to work anyway, as the hangover seemed manageable. The whole day went thru without much accidents, 'cept a few moments I felt the whole world spinning when I closed my eyes to rest.
I was able to wake up from the hangover somewhere mid-afternoon. I thought the aftermath of the hangover was over, till I felt itchiness on my buttocks. A check at the toilet verified that I had hives. Duh.
Not wanting the hives to spread to other parts of the body, I hurried to my favourite clinic. As I make my way there, I wonder. "Do I have to show my buttocks to the doctor, given the night doctors are male?" By now, some hives were showing up on my chest area. "And there too?" :S
My turn came. The questions were still there.
"Hi doctor."
"So how can I help you?"
"I've got hives. And they are at my chest area and buttocks."
Doctor, upon hearing the word "buttocks", was trying to think of something to say.
"I've got hives before."
He seemed relieved to hear that. "So you know what hives look like right? Red spots that will spread... yadda, yadda, yadda..."
We exchanged a few questions so that he can verify that I know about hives and how they look like. And off I went to collect my medication.
So my fears were unfounded.
Phew. Do you know how pressurising it is to have to show your buttocks to a doctor, especially from the opposite gender? So many things you DON'T WANT him/her to see.
I am just relieved that we didn't have to go through that :D
I am OK. Thank you, my dears :)
It's probably the PMS thingy. I think I better take my Evening Primrose supplement religiously. It's not worth it, you know, letting depression taking over an otherwise normal mind. It's a terrible-terrible thing to feel absolute hopelessness pounding it's message in your mind.
And boy, am I glad that I am out of the rut :D
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Last night, PA and I went to watch a free Starlight Cinema movie (cos I won the tickets for the opening night.) I don't know what message is 'American Dreamz' trying to bring across. Though slightly better than last year's 'Skeleton Key', it's just as duh. I thought the cast selection was good. But the story... :S
After that, PA and I went to MOS in JN's car. The club was still densely populated when we arrived. It's suppose to be Ladies Night on a Retro Night. The action didn't pack in till about 12am. I had planned to leave at 1am, but ended leaving the club at 3am. The combination of the retro music and the alchohol were the reason why I forgot my committment, I guess.
It's been a long-long while since I enter a dance club. It's just not the place to hang out anymore. And I am not that kind of person who likes to be intoxicated with alchohol, having seen pathetic scenes of girls/women/even ladies vormitting in the ladies toilet, or have to be carried out of the club by their friends, or just too toxicated that they had to just be 'stoned' outside the club. To me, the attraction of clubbing is more of the fact that it's a place where one can move to the rhthym of his/her favourite music.
But last night I was intoxicated, somewhat. Probably because of the long absence from the scene, I guess. There were only 3 of us, and the other two are drinkers. Fortunately, I known when to stop and didn't down more bourbon coke when I felt my head was spinning. It was still spinning when I reach home.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The lack of sleep + the alchohol wasn't good for a morning wake-up. But I went to work anyway, as the hangover seemed manageable. The whole day went thru without much accidents, 'cept a few moments I felt the whole world spinning when I closed my eyes to rest.
I was able to wake up from the hangover somewhere mid-afternoon. I thought the aftermath of the hangover was over, till I felt itchiness on my buttocks. A check at the toilet verified that I had hives. Duh.
Not wanting the hives to spread to other parts of the body, I hurried to my favourite clinic. As I make my way there, I wonder. "Do I have to show my buttocks to the doctor, given the night doctors are male?" By now, some hives were showing up on my chest area. "And there too?" :S
My turn came. The questions were still there.
"Hi doctor."
"So how can I help you?"
"I've got hives. And they are at my chest area and buttocks."
Doctor, upon hearing the word "buttocks", was trying to think of something to say.
"I've got hives before."
He seemed relieved to hear that. "So you know what hives look like right? Red spots that will spread... yadda, yadda, yadda..."
We exchanged a few questions so that he can verify that I know about hives and how they look like. And off I went to collect my medication.
So my fears were unfounded.
Phew. Do you know how pressurising it is to have to show your buttocks to a doctor, especially from the opposite gender? So many things you DON'T WANT him/her to see.
I am just relieved that we didn't have to go through that :D
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