whapakk.

I probably should start paying more attention to my health.

I’ve been, since I was a kid, extra susceptible to illness; I’ve had asthma attacks, bad vision (though it’s probably not my fault), a lot of allergic attacks, and I’ve been hospitalized a lot for various reasons. Did you know my two front teeth are surgically repaired? I lost them in grade school because I smashed them on a marble floor. I got new ones the day after.

Now, the streak continues. Just last year, I lost 90% of my left eardrum to a stupid infection (earlier this year, I discussed surgery with my doctor, but I had to shelf it for later). January of this year, I got the stupid shingles episode, and I was out of work for one whole week. Now, I’m again stuck in bed with a fever and multiple infections thanks to a stupid severe skin allergy. Thank you Doctor One for making the wrong diagnosis last month. Doctor Two, you’d better be right on the spot on this one; I don’t want to go on unscheduled leaves again in the next few weeks because of this.

Earlier this week (Sunday), I thought about toughing it out and letting the wounds heal themselves, but it turned out they were already fucking infected and Monday and today I had to take a lot of antibiotics to counter it. And I can’t move much: my whole body hurts like hell and again, I feel helpless. The only thing I can do is, when the pain’s too much to bear, I go into the shower and soak myself in steaming hot water, the kind of shower I always loved, and the therapy I have to employ to relieve the pain. In the latter case, it sucks, because I have to bathe out of the necessity of pain relief.

One of the drugs I’m taking is for that: pain relief. However, I don’t think it’s working because it still fucking hurts.

There’s a very good chance that this shit’ll ruin my Boracay plan in May, on top of the financial woes that will probably need me to borrow moolah from my friends just so I can join in the fun. It’s no fun at all.

So I don’t know. I don’t know for how long I’ll be stuck in my office-slash-bed working and reading and watching Basketball TV all day. No more jokes for this post: this time it’s seriously annoying. No fucking double-meaning herpes shit, no stupid encounters with doctors. It’s me, and it should be me paying more attention to my health. So come Sunday, it’ll be my personal health day. I’ll have everything checked up or fixed up, whichever’s applicable: my busted eardrum, these stupid wounds, my teeth, and whatever else needs to be patched up.

Woe is me. Life’s shit.