Just my luck
Saying this week was a bad one would be an understatement.
It is a complete diasaster. A ficking fiasco!
Monday: My position changed (during training)
Tuesday: It happened
Wednesday: Emotionally unstable, pain excruciating
Thursday: 7 periods of tests, unpredictable rain
Friday: Fainted (Almost?) in an MRT station
I bet all of you are interested in Friday. Anyway Thursday was crazy. Math test, Chem test, Chem + Math test during recess, and immediately after that triple Chinese and yet another test. I had about 30 seconds to study the letter format. And after school thought all was ok and went to eat with the usual at Ghim Moh because I had 2 hours to kill before the meeting. And who knew, rain started showering down and I was like thinking, how the hell am I going to go back? And when it stopped JM asked me to quickly go back before it rained again but I didn't because it'll be too early.
"If it rains again later I laugh"
Thanks JM you cursed me. It rained even heavier. But thank God Mr Yeo came with an umbrella and left with an egg carton as his umbrella. I was nicely sheltered back. Thanks a lot Mr Yeo!
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Anyway that is trivial compared to today. Met Melissa at 10.45am and took the train. Everything was fine until we reached maybe a few stops before Tanjong Pagar. I felt super hungry and my stomach hurt a lot. Then I thought, I'm eating the first thing I reach Vivo. Then I started to want to vomit, but nothing came out! It was bad, and I told Mel we should get off here and get me something to eat/drink. But who knows,
(Melissa's recount)
I walked out of the train and then walked straight into a wall and BAM! just like that. Then I crashed into the railing and things and had to walk up this flight of steps. But I kept stumbling and squatting and almost losing my balance and she had to hold me tightly lest I fell over. People around kept saying, one more step, one more step! to help me walk up. And after a great effort I walked up and near the gantry and I collapsed lying down in a weird position. People started to crowd over and they told the MRT staff I looked super pale and hit my head against the wall and that they probably think it's because I banged my head that I fainted and they should check my head.
(My recount)
I don't really remember much walking out of the train but I do know I banged my head against the wall but it didn't hurt a lot. By then my vision was almost black, like someone put a veil to cover my eyes. And I was dizzy and I felt heavy. I remember almost losing consciousness in the train but I took deep breaths and told myself to stay awake and not faint! Ok so I remember walking up the steps too and what I see was like equivalent to a person holding a camera and walking in a not-very-stable-way. If you know what I mean. I was just swaying and swaying and there were a hell lots of voices around. Then I remember walking to near the gantry when I just couldn't take it anymore my body just sat down. But I don't remember collapsing lying down! Hmm, must have passed out then. Anyway, I remember a lot of people were swarming, a lot of voices and all. And my vision was still black. Anyway after I passed out (if I even did) I recall I was sitting up and the crowd was gone and there were 2 MRT staff comforting me and by then I was no longer dizzy and vision was clear. So I told them I was ok and they helped me up onto a wheelchair (imagine that!) and brought me to a staff lounge where I had a hot drink and something to eat. And took down particulars and rested there till I felt ok. I can remember vaguely most of the things that happened around me other than the walking out of the train.
Extremely grateful for their help. And if it weren't for M I don't know what would have happened. She was like calm and not traumatized but she was scared that I'd puke in the train. And sitting there in the lounge I felt like the most suay, most unlucky person. And then I told M in an undertone:
"The next worst thing that could happen is that I stain this seat"
And.. Ok I didn't and I shopped for over 6 hours. Crazy shopping with Melissa panicking and us travelling from Vivo to town. But had a lot of good buys! I think I'm exchanging the skull top though, I think I have saved myself.
P/S: I forgot to mention that I bet the staff thinks I'm anorexic after they asked if I had eaten. M thinks so too. And I'm not. Anyone who's seen me eat can vouch for that.
PP/S: I need some holy water from the temple to cleanse off bad luck. Or whatever old people say.