Problematic Tummy

If you are the kind of person who can eat anything without having to worry about the stomach turning into a washing machine, be really thankful.

I was born with a fairly weak tummy. =/ 

Lactose intolerant. Easily bloated. Indigestion. Diarrhea-prone. Zzz. 

If you need me to list down the foods I have to avoid, there isn't much left to enjoy in life. HAHAHA. 

Really laaa... See ah... No milk (lactose), no ice cream, no cheese, no pineapple (too acidic), guava (too much fiber), tom yam, chilli, curry, peanuts, no char koay teow (oily food causes my stomach to bloat wan I don't know why T.T), no tom yam maggi, no curry mee....... NoooooOOoooooOOOooooooooooooooo...... ='(

So in order to counter this problem, I eat everything and anything I want. YESHHH!!! 

Bwahahahahahahaa. And then run for the toilet. Hehehe. So my brother calls me the "lao sai queen" (diarrhea queen). =)

But I wasn't so lucky yesterday. Suffered from food poisoning and indigestion. So bad I had to go to the doctor. And he said: "Don't simply eat dy ah..."

So I gave doctor this Tom Hiddleston-grin............

[Eh-eh-eh...]

Ahahahahahahaha. XD

Okay. Fine. Fine. I was forced to eat porridge by my mom for two consecutive days already. HAPPY NOW?!?!? >:(

*grumpy*

Untitled...

...Just because I cannot think of a title good enough to describe how I'm feeling right now. I'm currently at LCCT airport, waiting for my 8:50pm flight to arrive. I came down to KL for training yesterday, and started feeling physically horrible since last night. And right now, I can feel my face and head burning due to fever, my head hurts, my body hurts, my joints hurt, my eyes hurt because there's a growth somewhere around my right eye that causes me to be unable to close my eyes too tightly. Plus, I just cried myself silly in the middle of the LCCT crowd, drawing pretty much attention, when Zoel called to ask me how am I feeling. I've been pretending that I'm alright in the office the whole day, or to be frank, the past few days, and I guess it's time for me to break down when someone finally, sincerely ask me "How do you feel..?"........

I just wanna go home. Please.

Sick, AGAIN

Sigh. This is the 2nd time I've lost my battle to a cold in a month. I just recovered from bronchitis 2 weeks ago, and now here I am, coughing and  aching all over the body. :( Why oh why...

But I only have myself to blame for cycling under the rain last Saturday. Sigh. Didn't expect it to rain, it just poured suddenly, and I had no where to stop and hide. However, I never regretted my ride that day. Firstly, because I get to ride with my ever-so-adorable aunt; and 2ndly, I get to see so many road bikes on the road, as it was the Penang Pesta Cycling Open Championship!! :D I almost hit a divider 'cause I was busy staring at other people's bike. Hehe. And one of the cyclist thought I was one of the contestants and asked me where to get the jersey!! Hahaha!! I must have had the cyclist pro look! :P

[Sexy. All 3 of them. :P]

[Cyclists getting ready for the race]

[Cute g hotel logo :) ]

Went for lunch with parents in the afternoon after the morning ride, and I was immediately down with fever. My fever must have fried my brain 'cause I bought this pretty pricey little t-rex plush toy which I initially thought was a cute crocodile. =.="

[Meet Rexy the green dinosaur]

Please get well soon... Christmas is just around the corner... Don't let the coughing spoil this wonderful season...*Fingers cross*

Rest

The author of this blog has been really sick these two weeks. :(

And being a pharmaceutical rep., I see doctors everyday, to the extend I don't feel like seeing them when I'm sick. Heh. But I've been coughing so badly that I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I went to the doctor yesterday. And guess what? I was diagnosed with Bronchitis. 

Bronchitis is inflammation or swelling of the bronchial tubes (bronchi), the air passages between the nose and the lungs. More specifically, bronchitis is when the lining of the bronchial tubes becomes inflamed or infected.
People with bronchitis breathe less air and oxygen into their lungs; they also have heavy mucus or phlegm forming in the airways. Taken from http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/8888.php

No wonder my coughing is so bad. :(

And the funny part is, I sell antibiotics for the treatment of AECB (Acute Exacerbation Chronic Bronchitis). Haha. Irony. 

The doctor gave me antibiotics, meds for my cough, meds to clear my thick phlegm and for flu. He said I must have a caught a virus or a bacteria. And I suspect I got it from the hospital when I was seeing my doctors. Work hazard. Gah.

Anyhow, I do feel better today after taking a day off, and resting more. Finally!! After 2 weeks of coughing. :) But my medications are making my fingers tremble like I've got Parkinson's. Haha. And I'm feeling weak and tired that I have problem driving due to poor judgement. Sigh. But nonetheless, thank God I'm feeling much better today. Can't wait to get better so I could bring Dreamer out for a ride. ;) 

APBIM 2012

I remember my first half marathon in year 2011. It was horrible. I was limping due to cramps on both legs, and crying when I cross the finishing line. Dreadful.

Last Sunday, 18th November 2012, was my 2nd half marathon. It was also my first and last Penang Bridge Marathon on the old bridge. :) So I would say it's a memorable one. Because according to others, next year's marathon will be on the new bridge. So I assume they're gonna rush to finish up the new bridge by 2013. 

I wasn't well prepared for the marathon at all. Neither physically nor mentally. It was raining every evening since 3 weeks before the marathon, so I couldn't really train, all because I was down with a cold. I'm still coughing like mad right now as I'm writing this post. :( Couldn't sleep the night before the marathon 'cause again, my throat was irritated and I kept waking up and coughing, to the extend I had to sleep in the living room, afraid of waking up my family and Captain Awesome (he was gonna run full marathon so I know how important it is for him to sleep).

Woke up at around 12.30AM, feeling horrible and having a thousand thoughts of just quitting and not going for the marathon. But nonetheless, I dragged my lazy a** to the marathon site. After saying goodbye to Captain Awesome, as his full marathon flag-off time is at 2:00AM, I sat there alone, day dreaming, looking at girls with skinny muscular legs; at guys with tight 2XU pants (sadly no handsome ones); and watching Mr. Siput warm up beside me (He was the fella who wore a snail suit and ran half marathon, I think, and written on his shell was "Run Like A Siput). Haha. Then I went to the portable toilet booth to ease my bladder, wondering if the whole booth would actually tumble over if I push it hard enough from the inside. Then I visited the different different tents, warmed up with the aerobics team like a malfunction robot 'cause I couldn't follow the steps. Yea. That was basically what I did in one hour and 15 minutes until it's time for my flag-off time, 3:15AM.

It wasn't an easy run, especially running with a dry, phlegmy throat, and coughing all the way. It was tough. I couldn't breathe properly. Then the first nightmare came, a pain on my left ankle starting from 9km. But I told myself, just keep running, and if it becomes too unbearable, just walk. So that's what I did. I ran and walk, ran and walk. I stopped at every St. John emergency "pit-stop" and asked for them to ice my left ankle. It didn't help. But I continue to ran.

Then came the 2nd nightmare. The urge to bang sai. =.=" Every portable toilet I see by the road side was so tempting. But when I imagine what I would smell and see when I open the door, I just tell myself: "Screw it. Just tahan til you finish the race and get home."
Then the image of the toilet bowl in my house suddenly turns to shinny gold. Hehehehe. 

I finish in 2 hours and 48 minutes. My strongest run was the last 4km. Probably because I want to bang sai so badly. Haha. Went to the APBIM website today and found my ranking: 360/1876. Lousy. Haha.

But nonetheless, I think I did pretty well this time even without proper training and bad physical condition. 2013 perhaps, I'll finish it in 2 hours and 15 minutes. ;)

 [2:48:46]

Credits to Deswyn :)

[Finisher medal: Medals last longer than pain. ;) ]

Lastly, I wanna thank God for giving me the strength and determination to finish my half marathon, and also for helping Captain Awesome to finish his full marathon way before his time limit *prouds* and also for helping our friends too. Til next year. :)

[Captain Awesome and his full marathon finisher tshirt. :) ]
You did well, hun.

OCD

Sounds like CoD? Call of Duty? 

Hahahaha. Talk about CoD, my first time playing CoD was with Captain Awesome when we were still friends. And that bum bum sabotage me by stabbing me from behind while I was hiding and avoiding from being shot. Dang. Hmmmp!! .____.

Okay okay. Back to our topic - OCD.

OCD is short for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

It is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations (obsessions), or behaviors that make them feel driven to do something (compulsions).
Like a needle getting stuck on an old record, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) causes the brain to get stuck on a particular thought or urge. For example, you may check the stove twenty times to make sure it’s really turned off, wash your hands until they’re scrubbed raw, or drive around for hours to make sure that the bump you heard while driving wasn’t a person you ran over. 

Sounds scary? Do I look scary to you? :(
Don't worry, I don't have repeated thoughts, ideas or feelings of killing somebody. LOL.
My problem is this: Being overly tidy. :) Have you seen people who wash their hands for 5 minutes at the sink and won't leave the bathroom though they're already really clean? They too suffer from OCD.

It was really, really hard for me.
I had to make sure that things were in order before I leave the room.
I had to make sure that the carpet is in line with the floor tiles.
I had to put my books at a "correct" angle.
My clothes are folded into the same size and has to be precisely stacked on top of one another.
I go to supermarkets and arrange their cans and bottles at a certain same angle for them.
The list goes on and on. And the worst part is, I don't do this once a day. I check each of them REPEATEDLY. I could spend 20 minutes keeping a book, making sure it's precisely angled to the corner. Sigh.
It got to a point that it really interfered with my daily life. I couldn't go out of the house without making sure that the carpets were flat on the ground. And even when I was out, I'd be anxiously thinking if my books were orderly arranged or my mom would pull one of my clothes out from my closet and "ruin" the whole arrangement.

I knew something was very wrong with me. And I knew I couldn't possible go on like this. I couldn't tell others about my problem because I felt like I was some sort of freak. I was shy and scared. So I prayed. I prayed because I don't know what else to do. I don't know how to help myself anymore.
And so God sent me away from home. Far away from my own comfort zone. And that's when things started to change. :)
I met my roommate, Jennifer in University, who always messes things up. A.L.W.A.Y.S.
I clean up, she messes up. I clean up again, she messes up again. All my proper arrangements, orderly stacked clothes, all the cleaning just seem to go to waste with her around. And it got to a point where I got so frustrated and I just stop cleaning and arranging things so meticulously. And that was when I realize, that my life didn't actually fall apart just because I don't put my clothes according to size or color. And in fact I feel more relieved when I actually let certain things be the way it is.
Not everything needs to be in perfect order, right? :)

Did I go for psychotherapy? No I didn't. Did I take medications? No I did not.
I placed my faith and trust in God. Have you heard of a statement that goes like this: "God will not help you if you don't help yourself." That's sooooo NOT true. I couldn't help myself.
Which is why I let God do His work in me. I guess I'm a living testimony now. :)

I'm still a tidy person. Ask Jennifer. Or Captain Awesome. Or my brother. Or my parents. LOL. :) I love cleaning up. But instead of it controlling me, I'm controlling it. I no longer get anxious or worried when I don't fold my clothes accordingly, though I still take longer than normal people to fold clothes laaa. Hehe. But I'm better now. I'm no longer ashamed to admit that I have OCD, because I've conquered it. :)
If anyone of you out there is suffering from the same problem, leave me a comment. If you're shy, comment as anonymous. We all need someone to talk to, eventually. :)

My first..

..not first kiss la duh. Hahaha. =)
It's my first time vomiting in the car. Eewww.. I know.
Was driving home on Thursday night after work and meeting up with my best friend, then that feeling started..the feeling you get when your food starts going up your throat.
Wanted to stop by the side of the road but it was too late. It came out just like that. Urghh.
It was all over my shirt, pants, and even the handbreak and seatbelt. And I had no idea what to do.
So I drove home quietly and blankly. And when I reached, the only person I know who's not gonna shout at me for such mess, is my dad. And Jenn of course, but..she's not here.
So I called him, and he quietly came out, open my door, took off my seat belt for me, and said:
"Go wash up, Daddy will clean up the mess."
And I said sorry to him. 'Cause I really was.
Slept real early that night, but my night was just about to start. Woke up at 1,4,6am to throw up and diarrhea. Didn't really sleep. And the amazing thing is, I still drag myself to work the next day.
It was food poisoning. Obviously. Must have been what I had for lunch. =]
But despite the pain of the body, it didn't hurt as much as the heart..

Rain drops keep falling on my head

And because of that, I've fallen sick. =(

I need to get better. =]