It's the second time within a span of three months. This time was bad. I felt I was dreaming. The next moment when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor, the doctor and nurses surrounding me. It was pretty much the kind of perspective of a person who collapsed in a drama. I don't even remember or know how it happened. It just happened. Honestly, I was quite traumatised. It all took place too quickly. Before that, I was actually feeling a little upset that the first portion of blood the doctor took from me was going to be discarded because it was insufficient. I was like, WHAT! That's my blood! Then the doctor took a second time. It was not too painful. I was actually quite nervous prior to that because I saw the painful look on my brother's face and it made me think the jab was going to be excruciating. My poor right hand. It is now swollen and painful from the jab.
Sigh, times like this I always feel useless.
Sigh, times like this I always feel useless.
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