Tuesday, September 04, 2007

HEAR YE HEAR YE, DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS LINE IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE BORED OUT OF YOUR MIND BY A PISSED OFF TEENAGER.
This stinks. Royally. Big time. It’s the damn ultimate insult of all and so insanely stupid that stupid doesn’t even begin to cover it.
It is of the ultimate insult to be sick and dying of hunger when the house is stocked full with delicious snacks and biscuits and fruits and goodies to tempt the fat girl out of every thin girl so much so that she comes out dancing to what, ‘Hoist the Colours’ from PotC.
(I’m sorry. I just uhh. Got distracted.)
But no. I have to lie here at home, wasting away in the light of all the damn good food around the house that I can’t eat because it hurts my throat to even drink WATER.
H2O. One of the most harmless compounds (I nearly said elements) on this Earth, only if you’re not an alien and you don’t inhale/take in too much of it. Else osmosis comes into play and you go splat, faster then one can say ‘Uh oh.’
I am dropping kilos like Galileo drops bricks from The Leaning Tower of Pisa. It is that disgusting.
That’s all good and dandy when you don’t want to eat but when you’re like me, who doesn’t really bother about the weight-gaining process when it comes to eating; it’s terribly, horribly insulting to just see the food disappear before your very eyes, not because you were eating it.
Oh my goodness I am waxing lyrical about being sick.
This is stupid.
It wasn’t so bad the first time round, at least the ball of pins and needles moved from the right of my throat to infiltrate the whole throat (which made me feel less lopsided and more on terms with it) and it went away when you ate hot stuff (yes my beautiful bowl of fish noodles).
But this one insists upon sitting on the right of my throat, refusing to budge an inch, no wait, it DID move to expand further up and out so much so that my tongue hurts now too and my right ear is half blocked by I have no idea what. Shoot, is that bad?
So talking becomes another painful topic.
Not to mention you can’t eat.
I have not eaten a full meal in two days. Well today was worst, I didn’t even eat finish a single meal. It was porridge.
I wanted to cry.
Here was food, delicious and hot and just waiting for me to eat it (Re: Hoist the Colours, Falalala) but no. It hurts to open my mouth, it hurts to chew, it hurts to swallow and best of all, it hurts when you’re not even doing anything with your mouth.
It’s no longer some ball of pins and needles, it’s become this huge spearhead of pins and needles. So the pins hurt and then the great spear point pokes you as well and it’s hell from then on as you repeat the process.
I have realised how many times in a day I swallow, to get rid of saliva, random stuff in my mouth, to drink blessed water.
It’s like an infection.
And the doctor had the gall to say yesterday: ‘Oh, it’s just a minor inflammation, see it hasn’t even expanded through your throat yet, no tonsillitis or anything, no worries.’
Woman. I cannot swallow my saliva without wincing in pain. What, no worries?!
It’s throbbing. I can feel it. *wriggles fingers*
And I feel just so damn weak. It’s annoying. I can’t eat and I am weak and I need to study. I spent today doing a bit of Biology and Chemistry and the rest of the day lolling about in a semi-alive state.
My prelims are coming! This is ridiculous!
Now watch me as I loll about some more on the internet before I accidentally get shot or something.
On a happier note, today’s Spongebob Squarepants episode featured ‘The Camping Episode’. It was nice to hear the ‘C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G’ song again and watch Squidwald get chased around by the Sea-Bear and the Sea-Rhinoceros.
On another happier note, I found this interesting PotC fanlisting which gives you funny quotes from all three movies at every page. I just love Jack Sparrow.
Do not talk to me about food. I will eat you. Or give you to someone who will.

Posted by norbert at 9/04/2007 09:16:00 PM