FML: a simple, three lettered acronym that became popularized not so long ago. I’ve never used it to describe my life/situation because I feel it should be reserved for something serious, like cancer or male pattern baldness. Luckily I don’t have either of those. I get a little judgmental when I see people complain about a generic first-world problem and then say “FML”. It makes me want to yell at them and go “Hello?! Stop yapping about your BBMs not delivering – at least you have a smart-phone (albeit a very shitty one). I’m still stuck here with a 4 year old Samsung that’s become a favourite amongst beggars… you don’t see me go ‘FML’ all the time.” — The point is, even with all the random craziness that goes on in my life (such as my flatmate throwing cat litter in the toilet and then in the bathtub) life is still pretty sweet in general. It’s when too many things go wrong all at once that makes me feel deflated and dejected enough to say “FML”.
A couple of days ago, I went for a vitamin B injection because I’d been feeling really tired. The injection gave me a nice energy boost; unfortunately, it also gave me an allergic reaction. Apparently, I’m one of those “rare” cases who develop hive-like rashes upon receiving a vitamin B injection – most people take vitamin B to stop their rash from appearing. Go figure. I have never been allergic to anything before this, so it came as a nasty surprise. My exams start next week and I am freaking out. It’s pretty difficult to study when I’m scratching myself to death, and it would really suck if I have to repeat my honours year. — Anyways, to combat the itchiness, I’ve gone back to taking antihistamines. They help to a certain degree, except they also make me sleepy which is bloody ironic because sleepiness was the reason I went for the vit B injection in the first place.
Between visits to the nurse, waiting for the nurse, visits to the chemist, and time spent dozing away, I have now arrived at the same point where I started, plus the rash minus the cash. Fantastic. If I fail the year, I think I might have to go eat a puppy, or something.
I don't know what that pink gooey stuff is but it looks gross.
Edit: Just my luck. Still 2 exams left and my filling decides not to stay attached to my molar anymore. Sigh.
Some of you might be wondering why the heck I’m blogging at 1am on a midweek moansday (while others might be wondering why the heck I haven’t been blogging at random hours of the morning up until now) – although truth be told, nobody really looks at the time stamp of blog posts so I’m sorry if I have just wasted 20 seconds of your time. Fillers are important y’know.
The back story of this post started a couple of days ago when I noticed a slight itching on my elbows. (It got progressively worse, so much so that I have had to resort to putting band-aids on my elbows – I know, I can sense a trend manifesting too.) After some Googleling, I discovered that contrary to my worries of this being skin cancer, it’s actually quite harmless. Like a benign tumor, but not really (unless you categorize little bumps as growths, which I shan’t). Apparently, it’s some form of allergic reaction brought on by stress. I don’t particularly feel stressed out but maybe it’s a sub-conscious thing. My final exams are only 2 weeks away so maybe my body is trying to alert me to that fact, just in case my brain has forgotten.
Anyways, I went to the pharmacy today to get some antihistamines. I have never taken them before but I’ve heard that word being flaunted around enough times to know that other people take them quite often, so I reckon it must be good shit, right? The tiny box said something along the lines of “blah blah may cause drowsiness and impotency* blah blah” but I disregarded them in favour of the tiny yellow pills. To my defence, of all the medications I’ve taken, none of them have made me feel tired or drowsy – so I figured it was just one of those mandatory legal-lines printed there so that people wouldn’t fall asleep while driving a big tractor and then try instigate a lawsuit to compensate for their missing leg.
Two hours later, they hit me. I had to abandon my episode of Grey’s Anatomy in favour of my bed, and I slept from 6pm until, well, now.
I haven’t had any supper and the last things that saw my stomach were pieces of sushi which weren’t that appetizing and all they made me do was think about the parasites swimming in gastric acid. My growling tummy prompted me to get up and scourge for food – all I could find was a packet of 2-minute noodles which had been in my cupboard for so long that I was surprised it hadn’t grown mold yet.
P.S. I’d take pictures of my elbows but I don’t have any camera equipment.
P.P.S. *I might have slightly misquoted there.