Like a maelstrom gaining steam my viral fever came back to haunt me. I was only ten (and a few weeks prior to streaming) when it incapacitated me; the next thing I knew, they pushed blood and IV tubes into me, but I passed out into what it seemed to be a near-death encounter so vivid it still creeps me out (that I will not delve into). You might have scratched your head at my absence online; in actuality I was fighting a raging 39.4°C throughout - I thought I was gone for good: it was either that karma finally decided to sent his grim reapers with halberds to take my head for being such a naughty boy or that my liver's failing, albeit too fast. I thought it was both.
Wherefore my symptoms were compounded by a glaring mistake from the GP who failed to recognize my Brufen allergy could not have managed a more tragic ending. He prescribed me medicine that provoked wheezing and a swollen eye hours later. Immediately I was rushed down and thankfully the antihistamine jab worked in the nick of time, but my abnormally high temperature persisted until a miraculous two days ago. Thank God for the camgesic tablets that kept me dreaming and drawing in the clouds.
For despair is the sickness under death: other than facing it (perhaps you should try a near-death encounter), I don't have a problem with my life. The main problem I have, however, is my apathy. I really just don’t give a damn anymore. ‘Oh, so my CAP lost to yk,’ but life still goes on for me – without any significant changes. I wish I could rid myself of this apathy, but it’s much more fun than trying to be cool and all, or to excel. I simply want to live a relaxed life, and I know I have to escape from this notion sooner or later – but living life right now is my utmost priority, and this is perhaps what I’m doing.
I was never excellent in rote, but maybe I'll try my best this time. I’m not really a guy who dwells on regret.