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Thursday, June 05, 2008

In a bad state now. Throat's burning, head's throbbing, brain's screaming to be shut down right now. Imagine an induced coma for like a couple of months - wow! Of course, in the meantime maybe they'll starve me and I'll actually shed some weight. It's probably the stress. You can laugh, but I wake up every morning thinking "fuck!! Another day, another round", and my blood pressure probably hovers at 180-200 mm Hg systolic from 8 to 11.30 am, back down to 120 mm Hg, and then 130-140 mm Hg in the evening when the new cases stream in. Going to chart a countdown when I'll be finally out of here. Yes, hovering on the edge of tipping over into a state of serious illness.

Looking forward to my period of leave. Really yearn to just get out of here, switch of my fucking handphone and just spend hours really LIVING. Like sitting at a beach and breathing, and feeling the wind in my face and with the golden sunset in my eyes.

Wenky
6:07 PM
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