Got home from the A&E ward at Tan Tock Seng about 4 hours ago. I was admitted at 7am in the morning cos my lungs, apparently, decided to take a break. One of them probably said to the other "Hey! We’re pretty tired, so let's take a break from functioning normally for a bit. It's not like Beat’s gonna die. Oxygen isn't like, essential or anything. No worries!"
Yeah, lungs. Thanks a lot.
I could've died today thanks to your little 'vacation'.
Bullshit aside, it really was pretty scary in the morning when I couldn't breathe. I could feel my breathing getting shallower and weaker and I was deathly afraid I'd slip into unconsciousness. The doctors said it wasn't asthma or any bronchial infection and they did a couple of bloodtests but couldn't determine what the problem was. I'm gonna have to see a specialist again next week and in the meantime.. Keep a healthy lifestyle.
And for the record.. I'm quitting smoking. It's not as though life is presenting me with much choices now. Poor lil ole me. *sniffs* And my arms ache like a bitch from the multiple incessant blood testing and silver pokey needles.
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