It's my waiting no. To see the dr.
Just so you know, it's currently running at #66.
This is what happens when I take a whole month break from exercising, then starting again. But this place is crawling with ppl like me, so im guessing it must be the seasonal bug attack time of the year, perhaps. Again.
Just before the fasting began, I ran outta vit c.
my habit of consuming vit c after meals, deemed me to have one after lunch.
No lunch, no pill.
Fasting = no lunch.
You catch my drift.
So I dint stock up on them. Which of course I will. Tomorrow?
And it is still #66. Hasnt moved, since I started typing this.
How gravely ill must that person be.
Sometimes, I shud have been a dr. Because under normal circumstances, I would have diagnose on my own. And hit the pharmacy. But pharmacies dont give out MC chits. So here I am.
Just to make this whole this pretty, Im blessed Jules played sick and stayed in with me the whole day. She massaged my head. I really felt like puking. And fainting. But she was there. Before I knew it, I was sleeping like a baby in front of the tv.
Oh, thank heavens, it's #67.
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