Shiva birthday rave finally ends. Phew.
On either side of my room, there are some very drained looking men. I guess the girls and princesses are having their Kollywood beauty sleep.
I might be coming across as a bit of hypocrite. I've attended my fair share of raves. Just that I don't want to sleep next to one when I have "could be" pneumonia.
Good news 1: I feel better today. I think I'm in love in antihistamines. Despite the banging nightmare rave thuds all night long - I managed to have some quality sleep. And my ankles aren't swollen. Lovely Anita from Muenchen explained that was water retention. And she said that I looked a lot better this morning. Apparently I had been looking more leached each day.
Good news 2: Went to hospital to take them my morning sputum sample. Nice. And they had my blood test results. Now I have to take those to Doctor Roshna Ramanchammalammabingbong - sorry, I haven't my notebook with me right now - and am not exiting this page in case it loses what I've typed. I'm not being disrespectful to Dr Roshna Ram - honestly, I'm not.
Good news 3: It's really breezy today. Hence making it less sticky and unbearably hot.
Bye for now.
p.s. my use of NEVERMIND isn't because I don't know it ought to be two words. It's cos it's some kind of homage ot Nirvana. I belatedly got into that album when returning from a 7 week stint in Thailand back in 1992. Kurt Cobain died shortly after-ish, I believe. I remember being at City University, and all the kids (Thatcher's kids, might I add), fresh out of home and mummy's umbilical cord - well, there was such a buzz among them. Doom, gloom and disbelief about Kurt Cobain dying. Yes? And? thought I. Fucking boring that was. Now had I been of the age when Jimi Hendrix was doing his twangy thang - now that would have been different.
p.p.s. Besides, when you lose your own mother at the age of 19 - which was, come to think of it, how old these kids were at the time of the death of their Seattle hero ... oh, Nevermind ... just never mind.
On either side of my room, there are some very drained looking men. I guess the girls and princesses are having their Kollywood beauty sleep.
I might be coming across as a bit of hypocrite. I've attended my fair share of raves. Just that I don't want to sleep next to one when I have "could be" pneumonia.
Good news 1: I feel better today. I think I'm in love in antihistamines. Despite the banging nightmare rave thuds all night long - I managed to have some quality sleep. And my ankles aren't swollen. Lovely Anita from Muenchen explained that was water retention. And she said that I looked a lot better this morning. Apparently I had been looking more leached each day.
Good news 2: Went to hospital to take them my morning sputum sample. Nice. And they had my blood test results. Now I have to take those to Doctor Roshna Ramanchammalammabingbong - sorry, I haven't my notebook with me right now - and am not exiting this page in case it loses what I've typed. I'm not being disrespectful to Dr Roshna Ram - honestly, I'm not.
Good news 3: It's really breezy today. Hence making it less sticky and unbearably hot.
Bye for now.
p.s. my use of NEVERMIND isn't because I don't know it ought to be two words. It's cos it's some kind of homage ot Nirvana. I belatedly got into that album when returning from a 7 week stint in Thailand back in 1992. Kurt Cobain died shortly after-ish, I believe. I remember being at City University, and all the kids (Thatcher's kids, might I add), fresh out of home and mummy's umbilical cord - well, there was such a buzz among them. Doom, gloom and disbelief about Kurt Cobain dying. Yes? And? thought I. Fucking boring that was. Now had I been of the age when Jimi Hendrix was doing his twangy thang - now that would have been different.
p.p.s. Besides, when you lose your own mother at the age of 19 - which was, come to think of it, how old these kids were at the time of the death of their Seattle hero ... oh, Nevermind ... just never mind.
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