Tuesday I sort of recovered but I went to the medical center and returned with no status because the MO was a skeptic who thinks everyone has nothing to do and want to report sick for a simple 12km route march. I was there for valid reasons! just that my flu got much better, after like 10 hours of sleep on monday and panadol. but still, I wasn't really set for route march. the 2nd time I report sick and it was quite a bad experience. being accused, when you're innocently sick. sucks.
We probably did nothing much the past 2 days. but I find myself struggling to enjoy my nights out. just when my flu is recovering, i hit the gym last night and had a fierce interval training this morning whereby we had to do 400m sprints (standard 2.4km training?) and now I feel very sick. there is goo up my throat from like my lungs? I have problems breathing without pain. the pain in my throat is so evident. and im frenzy coughing. sucks.
But still, I have the adhere to the rule that says. no reporting sick on nights out. I have to suck thumb. go back to camp and 'enjoy' the observance parade for national day. And guess what? I have my first friday duty tomorrow which eats into my saturday morning. how nice =) at least no forced to clear half day off tomorrow like the rest of the peeps.
It's so sick. end of the week, but i don't feel like. it's the end. because of my freaking damn duty tomorrow. aw. life sucks.
i was reading the blog me and her had last time. i read only the post i sent her. she asked me to sent it to her when we broke up. (for keeping purpose?) I didn't dare to read it in the past because i was afraid it would stir shit in me. but no, i read and i felt fine. i was like. omg i was such a sweet boyfriend. the things i wrote made my hair stand. I really did love her and I mean it. but now it's too late. i guess. it's time to move on. it's 6 months being single. i don't miss her, i don't love her. I can read it and feel nothing. perfect. time does wonders.
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