upon recovery

I kinda understood the doctor's good intentions of asking me to rest for a couple of days before going back to work. It seems that it is indeed imperative to adhere to his advice. I'm feeling his words now, absolutely. I still woke up feeling nauseated. I thought it was probably because of the smell of mosquito coil which I never got used to. The runs were ongoing. I stood on the scale. Amazing discovery. My all-time low weight had remained since yesterday. Given my height I'm still heavy but I was never even close to this ideal since nineteen. Hence, I actually secretly derived a slight gratification from this long-time-no-see figures. I don't think they will last. The last time my appetite was this normal was a week ago. I had brunch with WW. It was the wanton noodles I boycott at J2 after one of the workers was extremely impolite to my mum. But anyway their standard has dropped, even though their portion was possibly more justifiable than that of pontian. I was easily full. AS7 com lab was my second home during the last semester. So today was like a visit to my old second home. I entered the campus system using zzr's account and when the email inbox popped up, I insanely thought to myself, "How come I'm still receiving emails from NUS?" Only to realise that wasn't my account. Mygoodness what a nutcase. Before leaving I actually managed to catch LL in the reading room of the department's office and he asked me not to worry he wasn't sick of seeing me! Next was JJ. For once it slipped my mind to walk the running tracks for I returned to settle some important matters today. Faces were still familiar, probably the only alma mater that changed the least. While waiting for the bus at the bus stop right outside the school, it wasn't sam that came to mind. I was surprised. It was Yan Hong and Wei Xin. I was brought to this random day in J2 when three of us took 157 to West Mall together for Pastamania after school. (I even remember what I ordered...) Zhi brought me to the new vegetarian stall at the food centre near her place. It wasn't spectacular at all but definitely economical and which was important at that time since I probably couldn't finish my food with my condition then. And I didn't, indeed. There was however no such thing as wastage of food (on condition that it's vegan) whenever Zhi is around. Thus I was a less sinful person today. We walked to the bus stop where she patted the sleeping cat. I told her a great deal of things I have felt during the period I was ill. She agreed at almost every detail and that was all that I asked for. Someone who nods his or her head at something I am dying to get off my chest. It poured after my first class. I don't remember the last time I took my umbrella out. It was pretty nice to be walking in the rain with an umbrella. I quite missed it. By the third class I could totally feel the aftereffects of my illness. After supper with yongee I fished out my phone and was shocked. 8 missed calls. Mum and sis. I returned with a call and mum was panicking over the line thinking that I had collapsed again. While I knew the severity in the matter, I couldn't help but laugh. It was nonetheless comforting to hear a caring voice over the line at 11p.m. The toughest part came when I had to decide between taking a bus and a cab because I was indeed beginning to feel giddy. My legs probably acted in sync with my heart after seeing the remaining notes in the wallet. I'm glad, I saved quite a bit again. With that, I'm ending the day on a nauseated note, again. And my lethargy level is at its peak now.

Old already cannot burn midnight oil.
Everyone please take care.

Goodnight.