I'm a horrible patient...I have no patience...and I hate the sick food..pisses me off. Especially when I have something like jaundice where my entire body is yellow and upar se...the food i eat is also yellow, because i cannot eat spices...and spices add color to your life!
My liver is fucked, and the general opinion is "tress" which is actually stress, my doctor pronounces it that way...and snaps at me for snapping at him...like i said, i behave like a 5 year old. I whine about the meds, the food, the color, the sickness...in short, i whine. Maybe one of these days, inspiration will strike me and I will be less moody, less snappy and less 5 year oldish. But till then, i whine and i have a feeling that there's only so much my family will take, post that, they'll snap back. I'm not snapping coz i hate them or anything..I'm snapping coz i've never had jaundice. EVER. And i do take care of myself. I don't eat station food. I drink bottled water on the sets, i never drink fizzy drinks..then how?!!
My mom blames it on my work style, which i think is all gas, coz a workstyle cannot make you have jaundice. Exhaustion - yes, stress - yes, jaundice - No!
So I have an alternative, which is to whine my month away, because i do have to be at home for a month...unless i want to sit in the hospital....or chill it out and do something new...like chocolate making...and then get married, coz that's what girls do after learning chocolate making...I could actually learn how to sew...i only know running stitch..and that too coz i stitched my uniform to my needlework cloth by mistake and i had to cut the stitches myself.
All in all, i know i should take this better...but my birthday is coming up and i hate being sick...which like my ever so wise sister pointed out "No one likes being sick", so I guess i'll have to brave it out, sick food and all and get well soon...
But the food seriously gets to me
My liver is fucked, and the general opinion is "tress" which is actually stress, my doctor pronounces it that way...and snaps at me for snapping at him...like i said, i behave like a 5 year old. I whine about the meds, the food, the color, the sickness...in short, i whine. Maybe one of these days, inspiration will strike me and I will be less moody, less snappy and less 5 year oldish. But till then, i whine and i have a feeling that there's only so much my family will take, post that, they'll snap back. I'm not snapping coz i hate them or anything..I'm snapping coz i've never had jaundice. EVER. And i do take care of myself. I don't eat station food. I drink bottled water on the sets, i never drink fizzy drinks..then how?!!
My mom blames it on my work style, which i think is all gas, coz a workstyle cannot make you have jaundice. Exhaustion - yes, stress - yes, jaundice - No!
So I have an alternative, which is to whine my month away, because i do have to be at home for a month...unless i want to sit in the hospital....or chill it out and do something new...like chocolate making...and then get married, coz that's what girls do after learning chocolate making...I could actually learn how to sew...i only know running stitch..and that too coz i stitched my uniform to my needlework cloth by mistake and i had to cut the stitches myself.
All in all, i know i should take this better...but my birthday is coming up and i hate being sick...which like my ever so wise sister pointed out "No one likes being sick", so I guess i'll have to brave it out, sick food and all and get well soon...
But the food seriously gets to me
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