MC

Hiroshima Bombing

I was plagued by the most horrendous diarrhoea yesterday. Running in and out of the toilet in between consults, i've never felt so worn out before. And yes, the toilet bowl (after i've finished my business) was indeed a sight to behold.

The techs gathered whatever medication they could find for me - buscopan, imodium, charocoal, but they didn't do much for me. I nearly ended up writhing in pain on the floor, but i couldn't because there were simply too many clients waiting outside. Plus, there were some really cute animals that came in, which kinda took my mind off the pain temporarily.

I was so tempted to inject myself with Buscopan but decided against it when the others told me it stung like hell. Heh.

So, i took MC today. Called Caroline in the morning and wished her a Happy XX (insert age) Birthday. Tried to con her into thinking she won some lucky draw, but being her clever self, she didn't buy that of course. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PENGGGGGGGG!!!

My tattoo is itching like hell. It looks like it's falling apart but i'm told that's just the normal healing process. To tell the truth, the whole tattooing experience was abit painful, but still bearable lah. Bern thinks it's really beautiful and is tempted to get her own since she's been talking about getting one for ages anyway. To quote my tattooist, "Pain is temporary, beauty is forever". I'm glad i got this work of art imprinted on my skin.