RESURRECTED
Alive, alive, alive forever more! *you’re supposed to sing that and wave your hands up in the air* because finally i’m here blogging my way to eternal fame and glory.
I was hospitalized for four days last week. Imagine that, four days tied to bed with this transparent wire attached to this transparent little plastic container (dextrose, IV whatever you want to call it), the contents of which is supposed to restore me back to life. I was literally high on drugs during those four days with nurses injecting something to my veins every so-so hours.
I was drifting in space the week before that because my money is running out and payday hasn’t come to save me yet. I was feeling pain all over my body, kind of a premonition of what was about to happen the next week. I was also still slightly depressed over my problems: academic, emotional, intellectual, philosophical, psychological, you name it. I have them in abundance and diversity.
But right now, I am kinda back to my old self. I am making these resolutions which I know I will never be able to achieve successfully. But I never run out of hope that someday, by some miracle, I will be able to do them. ALL.
In my next entry, I will share to you the things I learned when I was sick. You know, how sickness gives you a better perspective on the healthy life. But sometimes, the healthy life just makes you want to be forever sick so you can always have a ready excuse when the pressures of a healthy life makes you sick.
Get it healthy people? Or sick of it?
See, my dysfunctional sense of humor is back! with a vengeance.
