Archive for January 5th, 2009

Bleargh

January 5th, 2009 by Scarlett Ting

Since I was feeling absolutely unwell today, with the constant urge to barf, I pretty much looked miserable + horrible at work.

I tried to suppress the urge, though it was making me sicker by the minute(and I thought I am supposed to get better with the gastro brewing a few days already).

In the afternoon, my colleague asked me, which I think is worse, “Vomiting or tummy upset?”

I pat my chest in relief, and said, “Luckily mine is just nausea, I don’t like the tummy upset kind.”

Well, I have been feeling this nausea for the past 3 days(and to top it off, I am having cramps from a heavy day today. -Whimpers-), and I am just glad I didn’t experience any of such in the open sea.

It just simply isn’t easy to strip off the wetsuit within a minute. And I can’t just run to the back of the boat(which was what I did when I puked).

As the afternoon worn, I started to feel an increase nausea building up, and the tummy started to ramble.

Okay, maybe it was just the cramps.

I decided not to take my chance and scurried to leave right after doing some updates with boss.

I went to the clinic and then realised I can’t see a doctor without my insurance card. Bummer.

I rushed to the taxi stand, and as I stood there, I started to feel really weak in my legs, and I just wanna lie down, right in the middle of the pavement.

Luckily the wait wasn’t long(and before peak period somemore!), I hopped on.

I made a mad dash to the loo when I off the cab, stopping only to give the very happy-to-see-mummy Charissa a pinch on the cheek(no kisses, baby).

I sat on the seat, and before I knew it, I should have never told my colleague, “Luckily I only got nausea…”

At the same moment, the urge to barf overwhelmed me and there wasn’t anywhere I could go huh?

So yeah, to answer my colleague’s question, the worst kind of gastric flu you can get, is the kind that crippled you with fever, handicapped you with runny stools, and attacked you with nausea when you are dealing with all of the above, at the same time.

It sucks.

I feel miserable and sulky already.

No wonder my colleague told me, “You should never be allowed diving again.”

And now if you would excuse me, I need to barf, again.

Edited: I was just joking about the fever part *points to above* cos when I blogged, all I had was nausea and the runs.

But the story of my life goes… yes, I am having a fucking fever now.

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Let it slip…

January 5th, 2009 by Scarlett Ting

I got to work feeling unusually jittery today, since I wasn’t in the office over the past few days, plus the fact that my boss will be back today…. and no forgetting the queasiness in the tummy(a bad bout of gastro over the trip in Phuket).

And with any other trips/incidents in my life, it was a trip that was filled with its tiny adventures(no broken fingers, yay!), and like my colleagues had expected, I would return to work not feeling well, at all.

Yeah.. I had a bout of gastro and I ended up feeling sick without being seasick. I puked on the boat, and I still feel like puking today.

Alas, I do not have the time to actually think about it, before I have to give some updates at a meeting…. which went on pretty well without any preparations nor jitters, possibly because I already followed on with whatever that’s going on, or that I am in too much of a delirium to feel the usual presentation nerves.

Oh, did I mention the hormone pills I took weren’t working and I had my menses(and yes, the cramps) in the midst of the trip?

The dives went on uneventfully(thank God!) until the last day.

I term it my Similan adventure.

Did I mention how I was stranded alone underwater(and half paikia-ly wanted to dive alone until I decided I didn’t want to die without people knowing), and then only to surface to find no boat in sight in the choppiest of waters I have ever experienced(which was kinda fun, really!).

The divemaster thought I was back on boat, the boat thought I was underwater and moved on to the other side of the reef.

Then, a dingy came to my rescue when I managed to see a boat coming my way and I waved to it. It honked the dingy to come to my rescue, and I refused to hang on to the rope, and the rescue guy could only made me take off my weight belt and BCD in the water(seriously, without the BCD, mask and everything… I really wouldn’t want to be in the choppy waters at all!). I grabbed the rope with my dear life man! Before I had to crawl my way into the dingy in the choppy waters.

My dive ended prematurely, and the 2nd dive saw every one of the 4 guys freezing(except me, cos I am fat and unattractive), and they were struggling in the waters while I just… happily and feeling liberated in the choppy waters. I was having so much fun that the DM had to shout at me hang on to the rope(not that I didn’t want to, but cos I got kick in my face by panicky WT and I wanted to move on to the other side where it was less crowded).

The water was so choppy that the DM refused to let me take off my fins on my own(the boat was rocking so much that everyone had problems even holding on to it, much less climbing up the stairs), and he seemed kinda panicky by the sea conditions too.

I know I sound incoherant, but please bear in mind I am still in my state of delirium and not very in tuned with my senses. I am amused and amazed I actually got through the presentation talking sense.

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You know how on many occasions, words roll to the tip of your tongue and you just have to bite it back.

And then with time, you realise, that is perhaps, the best thing you could do, even though, at the back of your mind, you know there are pages, pages of words, that you owe.

Just like many things, moments and words often slip by, when you realise, just as quickly how they probably don’t matter to others anymore.

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I am just glad to breathe again underwater, as much as I was nervous.

And yay, I am now an advanced diver. Woohoo!

And work seems to go on pretty smoothly as well. Just hope it will stay this way :)

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