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.::z. 8/8.

elegantly wasted.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

I'm sick.

I've been sick since Monday morning. I saw the live telecast of the Oscars with aching joints and a splitting headache. I felt feverish, but it was the ache that I couldnt take. Shoulders, elbows, ankles, my pee was warm, and I just felt generally weak. Adrien Brody and Chris Cooper won, I have not seen both Adaptation and The Pianist yet, so I cant comment. Michael Moore took his stand and got booed off stage. My muscles ached more watching the bigger movie on stage. I switched between CNN and Ch 5. The world's going straight to hell.

I dragged myself out of the house cos I already booked a 440pm bike lesson, and I'm not going to forfeit $22, especially for a repeat lesson. The narrow plank. And I have to go through it again with weak arms. I braved myself and surprisingly was able to pass the lesson, the plank wasnt too hard, I just have to lean myself forward when going slow over it. But the last 20 mins of the lesson, my limbs went dead and I went pass the pylons and somehow surged forward, hit the kerb, and fell. The bike landed on my left leg. I immediately stood up. I thought I was ok. It felt ok. I pulled the bike up again and made another round. It was only later while walking back to the car that I realised my jeans were torn at the ankle area. I pulled it up and discovered a rather bloody cut. Great. I was shaking then. It didnt hurt that bad. But I still felt weak. WEAK, u know.... Damn I was hungry too so I had dinner with Audrey and Mervin at Newton. Right after sending them home I went to the 24hrs clinic at Pasir Ris. The doctor didnt bother much when I told him that I feel weak, it was only after I showed him the wound on my leg that he told me to rest at home and gave me an MC. Good. I need the rest. I need to snap out of this lethargy.

I stayed at home most of Tuesday, but went out around noon to drive around. Just to move my limbs a lil bit. I still feel weak now. Maybe I should go see the doctor again. But I got a lot of things to settle back at work before going off to KL on Friday. I think I'll be fine by then. Bush is rattling on on TV. He needs to rid Iraq of the evil regime. Right. Like when Saddam's gone, all the evil in the world will follow him to the grave, cos Saddam is the all-powerful mother source of all evil. And Bush is God, or so he thinks.

And I need sleep.
posted by zul, 11:40 PM

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