You know how people like to wish people “Happy Barfday” on their birthdays?
Well, today is my birthday and I am literally barfing. So go ahead and wish me a happy barfday. The irony makes me laugh.
Woke up with gastric pains today. But I had a lunch appointment followed by a work meeting, so I popped two pills and braved the rain to go out.
Was nauseous and didn’t have appetite, but forced myself to eat kaya toast with hot milo.
In the middle of my meeting, I had to run to the toilet to puke my lunch out.
Gritted my teeth and finished the meeting, which took more than an hour, then went to the doctor.
Dr Lee was quite envious that I woke up at 12pm today and that I can do that sort of thing quite regularly.
So he gave me four kinds of tablets and one bottle of chalky white liquid to torture me. Yuck! Disgusting. The diagnosis is gastric flu or intestinal flu, caused by food poisoning.
Yesterday, I had an English high tea at Goodwood Park Hotel with my friends. Today, three of us are sick, including Nanny Wen. Haha. I haven’t had a chance to find out the extent of their condition yet, but I feel a bit better knowing that I’m not alone. LOL.
It’s not that bad. I’ve had worse gastric flu once, when I puked four times in an hour even before eating. So, don’t worry! I will live to blog again!