Feels Like It's Time to Dream Again

Listening to Corrinne May's "Beautiful Seed" Album the whole day. Always touches me.

Woke up with a bloody mouth. What's worse, the blood's in a half-coagulated form. I couldn't tell if I swallowed or spitted out more... Gross.

Bright red jelly-like blood. I don't know how to describe like Mabel does. It's just... bloody.

Weak from the lack of energy. Diarrhoea just before I left the house. Thought I might just collapse on my way to the clinic. Alone. Dad gotta work. Mum gotta go for her own routine medical checkup. I remember the last time I felt so weak and vulnerable was when I had gastric in Secondary School. But that time, I had mum to help me.

Praise God I made it to the clinic. 'Cos it's urgent matter, the clinic attendent let me be the first to visit the doctor in the mini-surgery room.

It's not my doctor on duty. This male doctor quickly checked me and diagnosed that the stitches of the wisdom tooth wound came loose.
o.O

He cleaned my mouth. And... whatever... All that's important is that he fixed me. Thank God.

I thought God's answering my long-prayed prayer of taking me Home. LoL. Looks like Dad is still not done with me on earth.

Swollen left cheek. Pain-killers. Anti-biotics. Mouthwasher. Pills and pills...
=/

7 days MC.

Dollars that fly away. Sorry, mum, for spending so much of your hard-earned money...

Vulnerability