sicKAT

been very sick lately. my migraine, whom i endearingly refer to as mr. M, has been visiting me a couple of times this month alone. over the months it has gotten from bad to really really bad.

the medicines i pop to ease the pain is no longer taking an effect. can i use narcotics now? yesterday, it was really bad. i had to go home even before the end of my 2-hour tutor with KAI because i was about to throw up on the kid's face. his mom and dad was beginning to worry since i had this episode a week ago too. and so, feeling like a spartan woman, i bravely went home albeit the nausea and im-about-to-fall-flat-on-my-face-if-i-dont-get-into-a-cab-right-now. THIS IS SPARTAAAAaaaa....aaahhhh....i cant feel my fingers anymore. pinapawisan ng malaking singot.tagam.

i was hailing aimlessly at every cab that went by.cursed a few of them actually.i realized i was at a loss and decided to take the jeepney. then i got off the jeep because people were staring at me. i looked at my arms and they were pale. so pale that i looked like i had skin bleaching or i was about to be buried. gross. i started to bite my lips in an effort to make it appear un-dead.i assume from the look of the man in front of me that my puckers were bluish.double gross. but the heavens took mercy and i was finally able to get a cab. i sluurred: manowng...towrilll tah. then i dozed off. i awoke to the smell of fresh carabao dung.ahhh...im almost home. i tipped the driver and as soon as i got to the door, my puking reflexes started. at that time, the oval office became my bestfriend. i will skip the gross part here. you get the picture.

there. i just finished my first sickly story. now its your turn... :) share!share!share!