Carol awoke to the silence around her. She wearily glanced at the time on her handphone as she reflected on what had happened the night before. 9am, read her handphone. She groaned at the pain in her stomach. Oh. Goodness. It felt like someone or something was dancing the tango, the rhumba and the lambada all at once inside.
Stumbling inside her room, she collapsed onto her bed in a fit of pain. She frantically searched her memory, wondering what could have caused this excruciating pain. Somewhere deep inside her (vaguely) functioning memory, a mental freeze-frame of her lifting up a picnic table with Max and little pieces of dirt in her hand appeared.
Oh no. She had forgotten to wash her hands after that and had eaten chicken wings with her fingers. Some funky bacteria must have gotten into her stomach, and it was now obviously having the time of its life in there.
She groaned again as the pain grew in intensity. Reaching for her phone, she messaged Ade to tell him that she would most probably be late for 1am youth meeting as she was, well, practically invalid at that moment.
After 20 minutes, she finally felt human enough to weakly manouevre herself to the bathroom to wash up, after which she popped some chinese stomach pain pills, washed down with a few cups of water. After getting dressed, she walked slowly to catch the bus to church.
Aboard the bus, she groaned as she realised she had forgotten to take something into account - motion sickness. Carol was very prone to bouts of motion sickness aboard the bus, which was hardly surprising because Metrobus drivers had this annoying tendency of thinking that they were potential F1 - Bus Grand Prix drivers.
'Hold it in,' she told herself, forcing whatever was in her stomach to stay where it was. But alas, it was not to be, she leant over to face the floor as the water she had drunk earlier (that now tasted of Chinese medicine) came gushing out.
'Gross!' she thought as she frantically searched for a piece of tissue. Upon finding a couple of pieces and wiping her face, she leant back on the seat, closed her eyes, and willed everything else to stay down.
But you see right, motion sickness is not something you can play with. Within 10 minutes, she was puking out more clear water.
A shadow loomed over her and she heard a voice boom 'Eh amoi, kalau nak muntah turun sini!' It was the bus conductor. Oh, how embarassing. Now everyone on the bus knew she had thrown up.
'Sorry, sorry. Nak turun dah,' she managed to say weakly. He cast her an evil look as he walked away.
At her stop, she stumbled off the bus and started walking the 300meters more it would take for her to reach the church. 10 steps into her journey, she squatted down beside the grass, and the last of her 3cups of water came out. Groaning, she continued her very long walk to church.
And slept when she reached there.
At 3pm, she went with Ade, Vincent, and Melanie (Kel's daughter) to Tesco. If it were not for the fact that she had to withdraw money to pay Kel for 1am academy, she would have much preferred to snooze away her pain.
Carol stood in line to the ATM and tried to dismiss the strange dizziness she felt. The moment it was her turn, she tried to key in her details as quickly as possible, leaning her head against the machine as the world threatened to crash around her. When she got her money, she hurried towards the toilet nearby as the shops seemed to sway and swirl around her. Inside the toilet, she leant over the basin and tried to vomit, but nothing came out. (As you remember, everything had come out). A nice concerned lady next to her asked if she was okay.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' she replied. 'Just some dizziness and stomachpain'
'Oh, do you need some Panadol?' enquired The Lady.
'It's okay... it's just some dizziness' she said weakly.
'Uh are you.....' the lady let her sentence trail off.
Was she what, wondered Carol. Oh goodness. Was the lady trying to ask if she was pregnant?! What an insane thought. Carol had never as much held a guy's hand THAT WAY before, much less anything more! If she hadn't been feeling so sick, she would have laughed her guts out.
Finally, the world settled around her. She made her way down to KFC where everyone else was. Ade, being the nice teddy bear that he was, forced her to eat a bun. Then they returned to church, and the long evening ahead.
In case you were wondering, Carol is feeling better now. Her stomach still disagrees with her, but it isn't as bad now. However, she suspects that she needs to buy Zentel to get rid of any potential tapeworms in her system. And yes, it's 1.00am. Carol needs to sleep. Goodnight, everyone. :)
Stumbling inside her room, she collapsed onto her bed in a fit of pain. She frantically searched her memory, wondering what could have caused this excruciating pain. Somewhere deep inside her (vaguely) functioning memory, a mental freeze-frame of her lifting up a picnic table with Max and little pieces of dirt in her hand appeared.
Oh no. She had forgotten to wash her hands after that and had eaten chicken wings with her fingers. Some funky bacteria must have gotten into her stomach, and it was now obviously having the time of its life in there.
She groaned again as the pain grew in intensity. Reaching for her phone, she messaged Ade to tell him that she would most probably be late for 1am youth meeting as she was, well, practically invalid at that moment.
After 20 minutes, she finally felt human enough to weakly manouevre herself to the bathroom to wash up, after which she popped some chinese stomach pain pills, washed down with a few cups of water. After getting dressed, she walked slowly to catch the bus to church.
Aboard the bus, she groaned as she realised she had forgotten to take something into account - motion sickness. Carol was very prone to bouts of motion sickness aboard the bus, which was hardly surprising because Metrobus drivers had this annoying tendency of thinking that they were potential F1 - Bus Grand Prix drivers.
'Hold it in,' she told herself, forcing whatever was in her stomach to stay where it was. But alas, it was not to be, she leant over to face the floor as the water she had drunk earlier (that now tasted of Chinese medicine) came gushing out.
'Gross!' she thought as she frantically searched for a piece of tissue. Upon finding a couple of pieces and wiping her face, she leant back on the seat, closed her eyes, and willed everything else to stay down.
But you see right, motion sickness is not something you can play with. Within 10 minutes, she was puking out more clear water.
A shadow loomed over her and she heard a voice boom 'Eh amoi, kalau nak muntah turun sini!' It was the bus conductor. Oh, how embarassing. Now everyone on the bus knew she had thrown up.
'Sorry, sorry. Nak turun dah,' she managed to say weakly. He cast her an evil look as he walked away.
At her stop, she stumbled off the bus and started walking the 300meters more it would take for her to reach the church. 10 steps into her journey, she squatted down beside the grass, and the last of her 3cups of water came out. Groaning, she continued her very long walk to church.
And slept when she reached there.
At 3pm, she went with Ade, Vincent, and Melanie (Kel's daughter) to Tesco. If it were not for the fact that she had to withdraw money to pay Kel for 1am academy, she would have much preferred to snooze away her pain.
Carol stood in line to the ATM and tried to dismiss the strange dizziness she felt. The moment it was her turn, she tried to key in her details as quickly as possible, leaning her head against the machine as the world threatened to crash around her. When she got her money, she hurried towards the toilet nearby as the shops seemed to sway and swirl around her. Inside the toilet, she leant over the basin and tried to vomit, but nothing came out. (As you remember, everything had come out). A nice concerned lady next to her asked if she was okay.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' she replied. 'Just some dizziness and stomachpain'
'Oh, do you need some Panadol?' enquired The Lady.
'It's okay... it's just some dizziness' she said weakly.
'Uh are you.....' the lady let her sentence trail off.
Was she what, wondered Carol. Oh goodness. Was the lady trying to ask if she was pregnant?! What an insane thought. Carol had never as much held a guy's hand THAT WAY before, much less anything more! If she hadn't been feeling so sick, she would have laughed her guts out.
Finally, the world settled around her. She made her way down to KFC where everyone else was. Ade, being the nice teddy bear that he was, forced her to eat a bun. Then they returned to church, and the long evening ahead.
In case you were wondering, Carol is feeling better now. Her stomach still disagrees with her, but it isn't as bad now. However, she suspects that she needs to buy Zentel to get rid of any potential tapeworms in her system. And yes, it's 1.00am. Carol needs to sleep. Goodnight, everyone. :)
posted by carol @ 12:03 AM
3 Comments:
oh!! My poor sister sick until like dat.. ai.. so sad arr... My sis-pregnant?hahha.. as if... she so kuai wan wouldn't get pregnant at this age one la... haha..oh che.. kaolian but u r better now.hahahaz.... okla. that's all!ciaoz!p.s. The bus driver or hu ever he was so bad one!
oh!! My poor sister sick until like dat.. ai.. so sad arr... My sis-pregnant?hahha.. as if... she so kuai wan wouldn't get pregnant at this age one la... haha..oh che.. kaolian but u r better now.hahahaz.... okla. that's all!ciaoz!p.s. The bus driver or hu ever he was so bad one!
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