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at 11:11 PM

I finally went to the bone specialist today to check on my terrible joint pain recently. My appointment with the doctor was 1.30pm. but i waited there for, another hour. The moment I went in the room, I was surprised. Because my mum told me that he's an old man earlier. A young man opened the door instead. The first thing he said was, 'oooh, so young!' hahah. Well, too young to have joint pain maybe? hmm. I told him my condition, then he pressed on the painful part I mentioned. But, I didn't feel anything by then. So, he said. Come again tomorrow, and we'll take blood test for you. Just afraid something happened to your bones inside, which we couldn't see now. First thing that came to my mind, bloooooood test. oh shit. I didn't have thatt before anyway.

When I sick, I make noise. which is very very annoying. It annoys you so much that you might feel like just slapping me. I just want to release my pain. That's all. Yesterday was funny. Both my hands were so painful to a stage where I move, and I feel the pain. So basically, no movement is allowed. Then I waited and waited for my mum to bring me to a doctor. But instead of approaching a DOCTOR, she brought me to... a foot massage. By then, I finally know how bad is my current health. But the worst thing of all, my head. Yes, I do suffer from a freaking headache whenever I stand up from my sit few days ago. Hmm, I thought it was because of my sickness. Not till the master told me, blablabla. Out of all the painful part I felt on my foot, my toes are the most pitiful thing. that has caused me to walk so cacatly but not cacat today. hahah okay, dun have to understand that though.

But the saddest thing of all, my mum. After the massage, she has not been allowing me taking this and that, doing this and that andddddd ......... the list goes on. When I complain bout it, she says, for my good. I know. She's the one taking care of my everything when I'm not feeling well. The thing came on and off. and I only get fully recovered yesterday. I remember how I used to stink with all sorts of ubat she applied on me and the medicines I had. I just wanna say, thank you so much mummy. I love you.

I didn't manage to study at all actually. All I did was just, sleep. Because that's the only way to escape from the pain. Oh well, the terrible nights I have in the past two days. I shall let it be the past. and don't want to remember the pain anymore. One thing is, I don't want another third time. I had enough.

Blood test tomorrow. I'm freaking scared. :'S

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