 |
RencontreJune 19th Female Wellington witty sarcasm, intelligent conversation, F1 (if you're a Ferarri fan), government bashing and political debates (taking political science next trimester. joy. Machiavelli.), predicting impending WARS and cursing idiotic bigshots with bellies larger than their freaking brains (hint: bush), WMD, Michael Moore, NOVELS, philosophy (Kant, anyone? spare me from Freud), KAFKA, chocolate, ROCK and METAL, the local music scene, jazz (DIANA KRALL) and blues (Chet Baker), Lara Fabian, Cat Stevens, classical and accoustic music, history and literature (classics i.e. greek literature and myth.), exotic food (or just food... camembert.... mmm), art attacks, bursts of inspiration, getting down on the dance floor, BLACK, anything Gothic, symbolic or Celtic, RED, death, damnation and purgatory, superstition, VAMPIRES, witchcraft and the afterlife..
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
 |
 |
Friday, May 11, 2007
The story of the puffed up pufferfish
Right. In addition to Voltaren, Nurofen is now off the list. I am officially allergic to all NSAIDs.
It happened on Wednesday. I was feeling a bit off kilter after spending hours on my property opinion (which is finally done!) and decided to take some medication - well, to cut a long story short, I took Nurofen, which unbeknownst to me contains an anti-inflammatory substance common to other drugs, such as Voltaren. Heck, how was I supposed to know? It was just another generic, OTC drug I thought was similar to paracetamol. Besides, I thought I was only allergic to Voltaren, not ALL NSAIDs,
And so, you can guess the rest. It was HITCH all over again! Essie made a mercy dash to the hospital where we had to deal with the inefficient health system before I could get any treatment. My eyes were watering and swollen shut! I swear Malaysia has a more efficient health system than New Zealand!
In hindsight, it was pretty funny. Micheal and Essie were so stressed out. I could hear her tyres screeching on the gravel in an attempt to get me to the hospital as quickly as possibly despite getting caught in the lights all the time.
Well, I am still breathing and kicking. My face is still slightly swollen but I have no issues with that. At least I am breathing fine. I refused an IV when the doctor suggested it. I also refused an injection, so they had no choice but to give me oral medication. What can I say? I am phobic to needles - a doctor's worse nightmare.
So that's it in a nutshell. Catch up later! Cya!
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|