La Musique

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

If you happen to be an aloevera, like me, going to the doctor is a chore and hassle you try to avoid.

Firstly, you have to inform the doctor that you cannot take tablets, and ask specially for liquid medicine. When asked why, your mother shoots you a scathing look, and the lady at the counter gives you this dubious glance as to whether you are really in your teenage years.

Secondly, you end up telling your doctor that you have a problem with anxiety. Actually, over-anxiety would be more accurate. You tell him that you have an unfortunate tendency to regurgitate the remains of your last meal when faced with stress and pressure. Your mother ends up telling him you throw up before every flag-raising in primary school. He asks you to see a psychiatrist. I'm not mad thank you very much.

You also have to tell him that you experience headaches, like once in two weeks, sometimes more often, especially when you know that there is a 2.4km trial run the next day. And that you become dizzy after running for short distances. I think its the problem with the track.

This is the side effects only. The real problem is your throat. I kinda attribute that to the incessant shouting and screaming my brothers and I periodically indulge ourselves in. The receiving party being namely, him.

And now I have to take 12 tablets a day. I'm going to dissolve every one of them I swear. And they make me so sleepy too.

3:31 PM