Showing posts with label anemia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anemia. Show all posts

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Friend Wanted

Sun 13 May 2012

At this point, it's been weepy for me. If only I had someone like Jeon Jin Ho (in Personal Taste Korean drama) in my life. A man who is dependable, loving, intelligent, caring... Someone who can be with me in this time when I really feel so alone, and so ... afraid and so sad.

But in my life now, I have no friends. Only acquaintances who have come and left.

It may seem impossible, but I cultivated or invested in no friends throughout my years of existence. I smile at the absurdity while typing this.

Thinking of my past love... I had to think back while typing a post regarding my novel in a forum I just created... adds to the sadness.

And all my life, I have done nothing except be a good citizen and exercise a lot and eat fruits and vegetables. What can go wrong?

When I was 25~26, I made it a point to look at myself carefully and closely in the mirror in my room one day. Remember this skin, the brightness of these eyes, the lips, the face... For all these will deteriorate with age.

Unfortunately, I cannot stop the years from going. Neither can I prevent myself from aging and having health problems later in life. Even while looking at myself in the mirror, I know health problems will be inevitable later.

How does it feel to look at your own perfection in the mirror and know at the same time that all these will not stay? Sadness. Tragedy. Inevitability. Powerless to prevent.

Just as Lee Min-ho (the man who plays Jeon Jin Ho) says, he does not like that he is getting older (and he is just 25) when the cast and crew celebrated his 25th birthday on the City Hunter set.

I am sure that, he, like me, knows the meaning of the passage of time and what it will do. Five years ago, he was involved in a serious accident that left him still injured but still able to work/act. A man who has seen the fragility of his life.

Those who have seen it and/or have seen death, will have a maturity different from everybody else's. At 25, his interviews show him to be a mature guy with a quiet intelligence. His eyes speak of a maturity different from other people his age.

Unfortunately, tears do not change the situation. Crying only makes me feel more alone.

I am still stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea *faint smile*.

I do not know whether/if my condition will worsen. I don't know if this anemia will damage my heart, cause heart attack or cause brain damage/stroke subsequently.

The doctors are unkind, uncaring and useless. They should not have spent years in medical education just to have their hands tied saying "I don't know" or just sending the patient home without any comforting advice just because the patient does not want to undergo the only solution they have (blood transfusion).

Blood transfusion is the only solution they have = pathetic.

Yet they don't see it so. The entire 21st century medical science and medical community are pathetic. They don't see it as so?

Instead of healing, they kill. Instead of helping, they harm. Instead of holistic, natural remedies, they recommend methods and procedures with risks.

Their medications are potent, dangerous. They treat patients as playthings for their drugs.

After all their years of study, "doctors"  are impatient, not updated, old-fashioned in their treatments, impersonal, mercenary.

After 4 months, iron supplements have brought my blood count to only 8.6 (normal 11~12). I am having unpredictable, unstable symptoms of the heart that I never had before (even when the blood count was 5.5 and I rejected blood transfusion).

I don't know if my heart can hold up until the blood count rises further. I am afraid it might not.

I don't know why this is happening.  It's ironic since I don't smoke, don't drink and don't generally eat meat. A healthy lifestyle with plenty of exercise and optimism for all these years, come to this.

I don't understand.

The fibroid is kept in check and blood count while low, is still higher than 5.5. Even at 5.5, I didn't have this heart problem.

Bro thinks could be it's taken too long to raise it to 8.6 and the heart has been injured/badly strained.

I think it's because of the low blood count and my vigorous exercise even with the low blood count. It strained the heart too much and now it's showing signs.

If I hadn't exercised during this time, and let the blood count rise first, the symptoms now might not have happened. 

This morning, I felt a little breathless. I tried a Feroglobin capsule for the first time and it got worse quickly. The left side of my head down to my jaw tingled with my hands and feet. I felt my heart strain just sitting at the laptop at my desk, till I had to lie down.

Rising to get to the bed, I felt a little dizzy, a lot of tingling and slight nausea. My hands were perspiring.

Lying down, I felt the tingling subside and my heart calming down.  

Am I going to spend the rest of the days lying down??

Went to the clinic downstairs (Healthplus) and the doc was very unhelpful with a disturbing "lording over" attitude. He should not be a doctor.

He insisted I go for blood transfusion as the only way to fix the problems, and wrote a referral to go to A&E. No time sparred for considering my feelings or anything, even becoming upset that I was dawdling with his advice. Cut everything short by telling it to my face in a very "lord it over" way with his lousy-looking face, that there was nothing he could do, no medication he could appropriately give.

When he did that, he immediately made me feel much worse. My heart beat harder, I could feel my tingling sensations coming back. Anxiety.

How can such a person be a doctor? Making the patient feel worse.

Bro is worried the symptoms might get worse the long we delay blood transfusion. He understands my concerns and fears, but he feels blood transfusion might be the way before it gets worse.

I, as the person enduring this, feels fear. I live in fear every day. Not knowing when the symptoms will come back, when it will be worse, when and if one day... I might just...

A while ago, I created a forum. I've been anxious about whether to do it because I'm afraid of people stealing/taking my work.  Copyright concerns.

But with my health like this, I've anxiety about my work not being seen.

I'd like my life's work to be known. In my own name. Copyrighted.

While the forum I created will likely not have visitors since it will most likely not turn up in search engines... it is still online. Anyone with fate, may drop by. It is no longer just in my laptop, e-mail or handwritten/typed papers in my file folder where nobody knows.

If life ends here, at least... I have done this much.

I've chosen to place my work in a forum is because it is better than just in a blogspot (although I'm also considering placing it in a blogspot).

I've a forum that's been around since 2004. With this history, it's quite certain the forum I just created will be safe. This is considering if/when I am not around.

Blogspot is run by Google which is unpredictable and mercenary. They might shut down anything anytime, even though blogs/sites can remain in cyberspace "forever".

A forum format enables me to partition my work according to how I like. Also, other people can contribute as well, should they wish to.

Putting my work online, I hope they will remain "forever". Known instead of unknown. I do not want to have lived in vain, showing nothing of what I was/am, what I wrote, what I believed in.

Star Trek The Next Generation:  Time's Arrow Season 6 Ep 1 Part 2

Picard: I wish... I wish time would have allowed me to know you better.
Twain: Well, you'll just have to read my books. What I am is pretty much there.

Bro has been asking to go to Swensen's for the past 3 days, and I haven't been able to go with him. Our dinners have been white rice, canned Campbell soup and green boiled vegetables.

I wish I had someone like Jeon Jin Ho with me. Depending on my bro is not enough. He has his moods/attitudes. It can be difficult. It is also straining and stressful on him because of his inability to handle it, apart from his own problems. He does not do well in emergencies and stressful situations.

Worse of all, he can't cook. Which means, I don't get to eat any nutritious food. I'm unable to cook if I can't. And we are unable to go out to eat if I can't.

At the moment, bro has cough. And he has to go for RT training on Wed evening. I hope all will be fine while he is away. He will be having 8 sessions of those. By the time he gets home, it'll be after 9 p.m.. All because they changed the normal IPPT window to 9 months without properly informing him (no letter, no brochure).

I told my bro today that I need a fortuneteller, not a doctor.

Monday, 7 May 2012

May 8 2012 Happy Birthday to me

Was surprised this morning when checking e-mail. The past love sent me an e-card. Was unexpected since...

Well, we've been e-mailing sometimes, on and off recently. More often than not, I don't reply because her e-mails never seem to be talking to me, but rather to herself.

In the past, every year, we would send e-cards to each other for birthdays etc...

I think I started the first one with virtual gifts via e-card etc...

Was a nice surprise this morning because I hadn't been thinking she would remember. Since I gave up, I began to see everything clearly and had not been thinking well of her. I have no idea what she thinks of me, neither do I really care.

Her world comprises of escapism in computer games, yaoi men having crude sex... I don't know what else. Mine these days, comprise of health, heart problems, anemia, fibroid... when all I want to do is jog, swim, skip like I used to.

Right now, my heart is beating strangely, I feel strangely, my head feels a little giddy. I don't know if it's the anemia.

All this aside, I really like the card she sent. She must have timed it for today morning (or at least 8 May). Perfect timing. Couldn't be better.

I'm surprised by her choice because after all the crudeness she's been showing me for the Sims game she's into now, this card is surprisingly beautiful in its simplicity, beauty and music.

I'm actually always surprised by her choices when it comes to sending e-cards to me. *faint smile in the memory* She always manages to choose the cards that matches me completely, revealing a surprising understanding of what I like or would appreciate. Sensibilities which frankly, I didn't think she has.

Strange.

Despite it all, this birthday card this morning, I like a lot. The music is unique, with a turn reminding of a Japanese instrumental music (Romantic Kyoto) I listened to in the past. An instrumental I loved but can't find again. Cassette tape, on keyboard I think, not sure since it's been song ago. Mom used to play it over and over when I was young.

Over time, the cassette got old, became ruined I think, and was thrown away. It certainly isn't in the tape racks in my room or anywhere else. Doubt it's in the drawers that have been cleared out some time ago.

Despite it all, the past love... somehow still manages to understand me the best, considering the e-cards she sends. That's the only time she shows that understanding, ergo the only time I'm surprised by it.

I would love to keep this card forever with its music, but the website only holds it for 30 days. I can't find a download for the music at the site. Seems they don't have it.

[Update 9 May 12.14 a.m.:  The thought came... that I could ask her to send me another exactly the same when this one expires after 30 days, though... it'd be odd and not the same... and went away.]

It's playing now. I usually let her e-cards play for half a day while at the computer because I like them so much. I don't tire of the music I like for this span of time.

I would prefer to post up the URL for the e-card but it shows her name and mine, her e-mail address and mine.

While I'd like to post up for posterity and my love for it, I can't. So, I post *sighs* only the link where this card can be found and where anyone who has someone to love, can choose it to give. May your loved one/s be happy.

http://www.123greetings.com/birthday/happy_birthday/birthday189.html

At the top of my card, it says: Samantha
On the left, below the card, it says:  Happy Birthday :@)
And further below on the right bottom, it says her first and last name (I suppose we are on formal terms now. After we broke up, I never could bring myself to address her by her pet/nickname that we had for her. I told her my name was Samantha, so it seemed clear I didn't want to be addressed by my pet name either. So, she has used her formal name as well. ).

As I said in my e-mail thanks to her, I love the card.
I like the mountains, meadow, flowers, butterflies, trees and unique music.
It reminds me of (a place in) Japan. (Now I think, most probably Hanami Hill in Fukushima, but actually it gives the feeling of Japan, no specific place. It's very Japanese.).

I could stay here (in this card) forever. :)  (I didn't tell her that, but said I could watch it for a long time).

Saying this, I feel as if I'm saying something that should be private. But these days, I feel I should say what I think.  I don't know how short my time is. Sometimes, it feels short if you know what I mean.

[ Update 9 May 12.04 a.m:  More to the truth, I'm able to say something that I'd usually keep private, because I don't love her anymore. If we were still in love and I loved her very much now, such things as this e-card and what was written in it would be kept only between us. It's enough for me to love and know.  Something as close and private as this between us, will never be revealed. ]

Health is unstable. So I say whatever I feel strongly enough to say.

Political views I avoid expressing because it benefits no one and has only disadvantage to myself and my bro. Expressing the views doesn't change the situation. 

I cannot stay the music for you in this static image, but you can click on the link above to get to the actual e-card.




For my birthday, I have no great wish.
Just good health will do.
*smiles* I don't know if 3 wishes can be made.
1) Good health
2) Finish writing my 2 books by the end of this year
3) Give me Lee Min Ho [as Jeon Jin Ho in Personal Taste (as a friend, lover, boyfriend) ]!!!!!

[Update 9 May 12.06 a.m.: I didn't say "husband" because it's so old-fashioned. But tonight while waiting for the bus @ Meidi-ya, considering if I would marry him for life, as a life partner... I think I wouldn't mind, if he would have me. :) ]

I want what they have:  This love.
I want to be this woman that Jeon Jin Ho loves. Lucky, lucky woman.


Yes, that's the man from City Hunter that I've fallen for. I have acquired a pillow of him in kissing position, that I've kissed his lips a few times already before bed. ^__^

I have a wall scroll of him, magazines (a paper poster from one of them), an absorbent long towel, and 2 black face masks that I had intended to wear with my gothic/punk outfits.

I found the more suitable mask that the seller claims is the same design as what Lee Min Ho wore for City Hunter, is quite difficult and warm to breathe through.

All merchandise I acquired from Taiwan. 

Right now, Lee Min Ho should be filming his new and latest drama "Faith" that's supposed to be out this August. Big rush, I think. They only confirmed him this March. From then till August release, is very short time.

They must be filming very fast without rest. (Will a rush job be good? Already City Hunter has too many flaws).

No idea why they always match such a young, handsome Lee Min Ho with women who aren't pretty and older-looking. In Faith teaser/trailer, the woman looks so much older than the young, soft-looking, pretty army (?) captain he plays.

I still re-watch Personal Taste at night even though I've seen it once (parts that have him in). I can't get enough of Lee Min Ho's handsome face and cupid bow-shaped lips and eyes and hair!!!!

One of the episodes from this uploader has no subs at all, so then just drop by another site for just that episode. Can't recall which episode.  The subbers for this drama are very good with good English that brings out the humor and flavor well (The Heavens Subbing Squad)

Episode 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUpzcgk95MI&feature=related

There are still a few more things to talk about, but I will give it a rest for now.

I will be dropping by the clinic downstairs in a few minutes. The first time, it was this doc who discovered my anemia and suggested I had fibroids.

I'm going back to him now to check my blood count to see if it's really up as the A&E recently checked (or whether A&E made a mistake). Also, to see what he has to say about my heart. Bro advised against telling him about the recent A&E, swimming sprain or whatever etc...

So, we'll just present the problem to him and see what he makes of it.
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Update @ 5 p.m.

Got back from the clinic. ECG normal. Blood pressure normal. As expected.

At Tan Tock Seng A&E recently (2 weeks ago on 24 April), everything checked out normal but I was still feeling the strangely fast heartbeat.

They take the measurements when I am lying down, so it checks out normal (I just realized). But it beats strange when I'm sitting or standing or walking. It's not normal. I know my own body.

It feels unstable, and I know I can't walk for long or jog up in the hill/park. I definitely don't feel like I can jog. I feel if I go and jog, my heart is really going to go nuts this time.

Just walking to the mall and coming back makes me tired and the next day, my heartbeat feels irregular. That's why I went to check with the clinic just now. But again, checking says it's normal.

When the doc put the stethoscope on my heart and listened for a while as I stood, he looked up brightly and said "Perfect".

So I really don't know what's wrong. At this rate, I can't do any physical exercise. For how long?

Even now, sitting typing this, I feel the heart is not beating normally. "Normal" as in previously, as it used to. I never used to feel it beating like this, or feeling that it's there.

Checking online, it seems to affect a lot of youngish people who report more troubling symptoms than mine. People who seem healthy, don't smoke, no alcohol. Yet they describe rather severe symptoms of heart beating very hard and fast for no reason at all. And oddly their docs say the checks for blood pressure and ECG (EKG) are normal.

I think their machines are not sensitive enough to detect problems within the heart. I don't think it's so much of coincidentally checking when the heart is well-behaved at the time (a case of hide and seek).

Last night, I woke just to go to the toilet, came back to bed and could feel the heart beating so fast it was hammering my right pulse. Took a while before it calmed down to slow, steady beats.

The clinic doc considers that anemia might cause this. But he isn't sure. Blood count is still low at 8.6. 2 weeks ago, A&E measured 8.4.

The clinic took just from a pinprick of blood, whereas A&E took 3/4 vial. I have no idea why the hospitals always take so much just to get a blood count reading.

Even if taking a vial is more accurate than from a pinprick, the readings are still pretty close to consider the 2 methods accurate to each other.

Right now, I feel a little nauseous. Could be the lousy new glasses I'm wearing that don't match well to my eyesight.

Previously after returning from A&E, I felt swimmy without glasses or with my usual light blue glasses. Never happened before.  I blamed it on the heart troubling my brain.

Ahh... *sighs* Even on my birthday, I have to worry about this.

At the clinic just before the counter receptionist/doctor's assistant recorded my ECG, she suddenly asked in Chinese "Today is your birthday?".

Surprised, I smiled, said "yeah".

She wished me "Happy Birthday" in English, and said she wondered what date today was. (What a nice lady).

[ Update 9 May 12.04 a.m.: Strange however, that she would only speak to me in Chinese even though I didn't think she's from China. The doc speaks to her in English since he's Indian and she understands fine.]

Lying with my bra open, I released a slight chuckle along with hers. (It belatedly occurred to me that I should have thanked her. But I thanked her nonetheless on my way out.).

I guess the ECG screen must be displaying my record. True enough, the printout showed my birth date at the left side top.

I said, "Yeah, yet I have to go the clinic.".

She didn't comment but told me she was going to activate the printout.

At A&E, the nurses don't necessarily lift up my bra if they prefer not to or I prefer them not to. They can still sticky the electrodes on the skin under the bra.

At the clinic, she preferred to stick on the breast (near the heart), so it was necessary to open the bra.

[ Update 9 May 12.10 a.m.: I've played the birthday e-card for the song the entire day, till now, on and off when I'm on the laptop. So, it is more than just half a day as mentioned above. Well, it'll only be for 30 days, this card. So love as much of it as possible.

P/S: The clinic doc prescribed a "new" iron supplement that I haven't seen in the pharmacies before. Saferon Chewable tablets. But there's nothing on it on the internet. Likely because it's made in India. Guess it's unheard of and unknown in the US where most people post their reviews and comments from.]



Wednesday, 7 September 2011

And so I live (for a while longer?)...

Thanks to 2 kind ladies who helped me on 6 Sept about 10pm. 
The following was typed after I came home that night. The end of it was typed the day after on 7 Sept.
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My 2nd fainting spell this year. No idea why or what it means.

It was about 9~9.30pm tonight. Bro is sick with sore throat and his voice had gotten worse. Taking Fisherman's Friend made it worse. So I said to try Strepsils. He said Ok, but the fridge ran out (he said I ate the last packet).

So, remembering he would go to buy medicine for me when I was ill, I volunteered to go downstairs to the NTUC  to get it.

Was going to buy the blue one that has always been effective for me.

We just had dinner, I just took a bath, my hair was wet, I put on a sleeveless tank top and shorts, then went off.

It was just a short distance, so I was at the NTUC pretty fast. Looked into the aisles for sweets section but couldn't find. Then went to the cashier's counter where it was found--either the small packet of about 4, or a box of 2 sets.

I took the box, but while doing, felt a little unwell in my tummy. Gas built-up was pushing down and it hurt with crap that needed to be let out now. I had been constipated for just 2 days. Usually, it wouldn't cause this.

While standing in line behind someone at the counter, my head started to feel unwell, and I felt like throwing up. Is it my dinner unclean? Can't be...

I'll only feel like throwing up if I've been food poisoned. 

Thought to hurry at the cashier and get out. When the cashier asked if I needed a plastic bag, I just said in a weak voice "no". She asked if I had member card and I couldn't reply--just gave a small shake of my head. She took a while giving me back the change for $10 I gave her (she stared at the cash till of notes, looking like she was thinking how much to return or what notes to pick).

Got out of the store fast, feeling worse. Thought I just had to hurry back to crap in my own house.

But was not to be.

As I walked, I felt giddier and sicker. The wind was blowing and I felt cold, thinking why I came down in only a sleeveless tank. I never wore a tank to go downstairs before. Was always a Tee.

I was starting to perspire and breathe heavily. My tummy seemed to pile up down below, with a load wanting to be released. I felt really sick and giddy. Giddier as I walked as  fast as I could.

After crossing the road that I wasn't really aware of doing, or aware of any vehicles, I headed for a bench under a nearby void deck and sat there, hoping the fainting giddiness would pass. When it seemed a little rested, I tried getting up and knew it wasn't ready yet. But thought I might just be able to make it if I hurried.

Unable to. After just a few paces, I slumped into the next bench, breathing heavily and perspiring. Felt I needed to call for help.

Nobody walking by seemed to notice even though I tried calling out to a man in a white Bermudas who was walking and talking to woman. I think my voice was too soft, he didn't hear. I said, "Excuse me..." raising my left hand.

This felt really bad. After resting a little more, I got up, hoping to be able to go this time.

Hurriedly, I covered a few more steps, a further distance, thinking perhaps I might be able to make it home. As I slowed, walking up the slight slope leading up the route to home, I told my body: Please give me juice for a little more. Please. Just a little more.

Can't, even while I was trying to cover more ground. The thick concrete bannister of the pathway started spinning away. I'm fainting, will black out if I don't stop.

So I dropped down on the concrete ground by the side of the pathway and just sat there with my right leg straight and my left drawn up partway. Was just wearing sandals. My hands rested by my sides on the ground--heavy plump cloth wallet in my right hand, Strepsils in my left. Previously, I held both in my left.

By now, I was feeling immobile and very sick. Perspiring heavily and cold with the wind blowing. Breathing heavily. Perspiration evaporating with the wind.

If I blacked out here, nobody would know for a while since it was dark and few people were coming this way. But they could check my IC in my wallet and inform my bro even if I ended up in hospital. It has my name and address, if no phone number. I slightly regretted coming up this way (had thought slope was easier to walk up than the stairs).

If I died here... I still have things to do... unfinished... I should've posted my works online when I could, but there isn't time now...

(such is the brevity and unpredictability of life).
 
I really needed to crap at that moment. If I could do it in my shorts, I would. Body was telling me that if I crapped right now, I would immediately feel better, be able to walk. But how can I take a crap here and now? This was a public place. Can't it wait till I get home? Body said no. I could feel the crap just at the door, waiting for release.

I can't get home when I can't even get up to walk. Bro must be wondering why it was taking me so long.

I need to get my bro to come down...

To my left, the slope continued up to intersect a pathway perpendicular to the path I was on, where people came down a few steps to a straight slope down.

Raised my left hand and tried weakly waving to the few people going down that slope. They didn't see me. Dropped my hand.

Saw 2 women coming down the steps. Even from that distance and my giddiness, I could discern they looked like China people. Fair, long faced. Nevertheless, I raised a weak hand again and waved slowly for them to come over. China or not, I need help.

One of the women turned to glance in my direction, but seemed to think nothing of it and continued walking down their path with the other woman.

She probably thought I was a drunk or not waving to her because she seemed to look back to see who I was waving at. Yet she continued to walk away. Won't someone just come over and see what is the matter?

In the semi-darkness, I probably looked like someone or something to be avoided. The lighting was dim down the perpendicular stairs side. On my side, very dim light from somewhere.

I gave up, turned my head aside to my right and just closed my eyes. Thought the name of a 'god' who had disappointed, wondering why bother and if it was even heard. Heart was still beating heavily, still giddy, still breathing hard, perspiring in the cold wind. Really don't know what's going on. Never happened before outside like this. I was trying to rest.

Only once I blacked out in the toilet at home, at the start of this year due to food poisoning effects. Even that never happened before--I have never totally blacked out like that before.

This felt different. I only feel like throwing up if I've been poisoned by food. Tonight's dinner was actually overcooked and food preparation has always been clean. My bro and I have eaten my cooking countless times without problems. It can't be my dinner. Instead, it has always been outside food that has caused problems every time.

Eyes closed, no idea how or if I was going to get back home, I heard some sounds along my path--loud sandals slapping the concrete echoing loud and close. Raised hope. I turned my head to look but saw no one.

Then 2 young women came down my pathway, quietly walking down. I couldn't see their faces clearly. Both wearing black Tees. One was plumper and was walking first. I had the impression she was older, followed by a younger.

I raised my left hand, she was looking at me, and I said, "Can you call my brother?".

She paused. "What's the number?". Sounded sensible and mature. She took out a handphone from her black bag, I think or maybe she had a handphone in her hand. Her voice sounded Singaporean. Oh, thank goodness. Was a little comforting.

I tried mustering the number in my head. 640...I said, then closed my eyes to recall the rest of it. My tummy hurt, my heart hurt, everything was bad. No idea why my heart hurt as it beat.

She asked, "What's your name?".

My mind said 'Samantha' but thought this irrelevant and useless. I said in between breaths, "Just... tell him to come down...tell him I fainted".

"Is it only your brother?". she asked. I assumed she meant whether there was only my brother at home.

"Yes".


She started dialing and got through. I heard her say, "Your sister fainted...she asked you to come down.".

I corrected, "Fainting...".

Bro must have asked where. She looked around and asked the other girl in local Chinese, "What's this location?".

The other girl didn't know either. Neither did I. The pathway has no name. It's just a walkway.

She said, "It's between...Block 67 and uh...". She looked around.

Bro asked whether it's NTUC. The girl with the phone said, "At NTUC...".

I said, "No... just tell him to come down... the usual way. Along the way...".

Then was done. After a moment, I felt I should say, "Thanks.". She said, "It's Ok.".


I pointed to my left, at the intersection area perpendicular to this path, where he would be coming down, and said, "He'll appear there... intercept him there...".

She asked the younger girl to go there and wait. Meanwhile, she talked to me.

I said, "I went to buy him Strepsils... (turned my left wrist on the ground, showing her the box) then... suddenly... felt very giddy... can't continue....Don't know why."

Hearing my breathing, she asked, "Do you have trouble breathing?".

"No...I just...can't get up...feel very giddy... don't know why... I feel very cold...(thought occurred that if only she had a jacket and took it off to drape over me)... and...I need to go to the toilet...".

She said, "I think you better see a doctor...".

I was thinking: yeah, I should have it checked out right after getting home, but now, I just need to crap.

It seemed to take my bro quite long to get down. Was he taking time putting on his clothes at such a time?

It was just la few minutes (less than 5) but felt long.

The older girl called to the other one waiting at the intersection. The other one said, "Mei yo leh...". (don't have yet).

I kinda became not aware after a while...eyes closed, when I heard rushing sandals coming towards us. I turned my head to see him running. "What happened to you?" he called while running.

It was some relief seeing him at last. Can't recall my reply but I think I said, "Don't know why ...suddenly giddy...Your Strepsils".  Then showing him the box in my left hand. Asked him to keep it and my wallet.

I think he asked if I could get up, I said no...and he said, "Call an ambulance.".

I said no, just need to get back home.

He said again, "Call an ambulance." more pointedly, for the girl to make the call, I think, though the girl didn't.

I said I only needed to be helped back. Was thinking of my bro helping my arm on one side, while the girl could help me on the other side.

He thanked the girls and the older one said, "It's Ok.". Then they left. I didn't expect them to leave. But then I realized I had been holding them up. After all, my bro had come. If I were them, I probably would also leave since the family was here and will handle it.

"I need to dung.". I told bro. "I really need to dung now. If I can dung here, I will.".

"Go to the coffee shop. I'll help you.". He came over to my right and tried helping me up, one hand on my back, other hand on my right arm.

"I'll get up myself...".

He took away his hands and waited for me.

Felt an enormous task just to move. I turned to put my hands and knees on the ground, then pushed up from there. My glasses fell from my shorts to the ground. How did that get there? Didn't know it was there, or when. Must have taken them off to wipe the sweat off my face with my hand earlier. Hope it wasn't scratched. It's precious lens but did not really matter now.

I picked it up off the ground with a sound that I hoped didn't mean I scratched it against the concrete more, and handed it to bro. "Take my specs.".

Then I held onto the metal railing just behind me and clung on while I pulled myself up. Christ. I leaned my head against the rail, trying to get the giddiness to pass. What an effort.

A few seconds, then lifted my head and stood. Giddy... sick. Wondered if I was able to hold on till home.

I said no need coffee shop, just get home, use the toilet and I'll be fine. It's the toxins in the dung built-up causing poison (assuming).

It could be the Vitamin B pills and other 'clean up' pills (Vit E, Omega 3), that I took the past few days. After cleaning up the toxins in the body and piling them up in the bowels to be released, I was constipated. So the toxins stayed and poisoned me. That's what Body was telling me. Instinct.

Yesterday, I only took 1 Omega pill, 2 Vit E and 1 Vit B. Why was it affecting tonight when yesterday I was Ok?


We stood for a few minutes, wondering if I could proceed home or the coffee shop, when I insisted I really couldn't hold it in anymore. I really need to release now.

It so happened I was standing near where the path turned at an inward angle, forming a corner (a blind spot) where the flats around wouldn't be able to see. I said I really can't wait, pulled down enough of my shorts, and squatted there. Bro was standing to cover, but wasn't near enough. He then backed nearer, providing better coverage.

One woman actually walked up our path, but didn't even look back, or see me. It helped that my sleeveless tank top was dark brown, my shorts was navy blue and I was small enough to hide behind my bro who posed with his right elbow on the concrete bannister looking like he was waiting for someone or admiring something. It helped that it was dark. I don't think I could've done it in the day or so easily.

It's not that I want to. Not like I enjoy or intentionally doing it. I really have no choice. If I want to walk home, I have to do this. Sometimes, there have been human excrement lying along staircases and walkways, and I've always expressed incomprehension why it was done. Why couldn't the person at least do it in the grass or a nearby toilet? At least on the grass, it would do its natural job of fertilizing the soil. How can it even be done in public was always beyond me. How to do it when anyone might see and how the dung can even come out when it's open-air, public place, knowing it's wrong. It's just bizarre.

I assumed it was done on purpose, for the heck of it because it can be done. I always assumed it was malicious intention. Or perhaps, an elderly person who really couldn't hold it in (but still...). Think of the poor cleaner who has to clean up.

The dung came out fast and furious. Was noxious. Bro asked if tissue was needed. He then passed me the packet. I used 2 pieces, thinking can do proper cleaning when get back.

After it was done, I stood pulling up my shorts. "I'll continue when we go back." I told bro, then winced. "Better hurry, think I need to go again.".

Turned to look back and was surprised it didn't look as large a heap as I expected. Just white tissues visible. Sorry I had to do it there. Hope nobody needs to clean it up. If it rains...that would solve the problem.

Felt instantly better, improved. The giddiness was gone.  I took big steps and said to bro that now I can walk.


As we hurried back up the path, I confirmed with him that he had my glasses. He said yeah, in his pocket.

Just as we got to the lift, my bro went ahead to press the button. But I couldn't wait anymore. Needed to release another load now.

Went behind the lift where there is a row of grass and short shrubs. Well hidden from view because it's dark, especially if I squat near to the shrubs. I thought of the cat that liked hiding in these shrubs during the day and thought she'd be wise enough to avoid if she comes upon the dung.

Again pulled down just enough of my shorts, placed my butt near the shrubs where the load would fall onto the soil, with bro standing to my right.

"Someone is coming." said my bro and I could see a man going up the sheltered path on the right. The man didn't even look over.

Again, the load came out fast, wet, and cleared out. I looked to my left and realized that side is open. Bro was hiding me from the right. He can't hide me at the same time on the left.

Luckily nobody was passing by the void deck, otherwise, a person might see. The light of the void deck is white and brighter. It was easier to see someone in the shrubs. But my shorts was in such a way that it wasn't obvious in the darkness, and might look like I was just squatting if the person noticed me there. And usually, people don't really look anyway.

I asked bro for tissue. After it was done, I said I'll continue at home.

The lift was still waiting on the level.

We took it up.

Back home, bro said to leave the bathroom door open, in case I fainted. But I left it just a little ajar.

Oddly, while now at the the proper place, the dung wouldn't come even though my tummy felt sore and churned. Stood up and sat back, repeating a few times. And still the same.

Bro would check on me, to see if I was Ok. He said don't force it if it doesn't want to.

Finally, a stream of noxious water came out. And that was it. I guess it had cleared everything out in public...though the tummy still felt it needed further release. It was contracting like it needed to dung another load, but nothing came.

Sorry if it all sounds very gross. But that's the human body. This is how it is. Barring my reader's grossed-out-ness when reading it or what is thought of me, I have to post it for myself as a record. I'm more concerned whether I'll be fined for excreting in public places. If it's an offense, I guess my situation and that fact that I didn't do it on purpose cannot excuse it?

Now I understand why my bro's friend said it feels good to dung in nature, with nature as the big restroom. Uh... I didn't quite agree with it before this incident. But now I really understand. I think humans were meant to dung in open areas, in the squatting position.

According to a uterine book I read, the posture of seating on a toilet is wrong, not helpful for bowel movement. The natural way is squat. It seemed this was so, as I sat on the toilet at home and it wouldn't come.

Throughout last night, the tummy felt tender and not too good. Didn't catch any sleep. It kept feeling like wanting to release, but it was intermittent and nothing really wanted to come out.

This morning wasn't too good either. But after a small bowl of cooked oats and a little Japanese sprinkling of condiment on top, and a cup of warm sugared Chamomile tea, I felt better.

It feels like last night didn't happen...I can't quite believe it happened. I'm sure the dung is still there at the corner angle of the pathway to prove it. The other dung might have already melted into the soil where it was meant to, the natural way.

Supplemental: 
That day, bro and I went to IKEA intending to buy a swivel chair for my desk. But along the way, we dropped by at Anchorpoint for restrooms. Just as we exited the restrooms, turning beside an escalator to leave for IKEA, I asked if he wanted to check out Home Fix down in the basement.

He said Ok and while he browsed there, I was hungry and checked out Dessert Story. Ordered their handmade on-the-spot 'Chee Cheong Fun' with prawns inside. And a glutinous rice with chicken 'Lor Ma Gai'.

There was nobody in this Dessert Story outlet at the time, and usually I avoid eating places that are empty of customers. But previously at other times, I had seen some people eating here before, so I thought it was Ok. In the past, we used to eat at the Hougang outlet and I always felt they should sell snacks like 'Lor Mai Gai' and 'Siew Mai'.

Now this Anchorpoint outlet has these snacks, so I wondered if this was the same company. Confirmed by looking at their name card at the cashier counter. Yeah, the same.

While paying at the counter, I saw a woman making the 'Chee Cheong Fun' by scooping a ladle of white liquid from a container, then pouring it into a shallow metal tray. I guess that would be the 'Chee Cheong Fun' tray, guessing it warmed up beneath. Thinking that it was warm food, it should be Ok.

The 'Lor Mai Gai' was also warm when served and it tasted nice. Not oily.

When bro joined me, I ordered another 'Lor Mai Gai', 'Har Gow' and a yam dessert that wasn't quite warm.

He had flu before this, but recovered and had mild sore throat only. After eating, the sore throat got worse until the night, till he couldn't speak clearly.

He suspected the prawns in the 'Chee Cheong Fun' might have something to do with his sore throat worsening and my tummy upheaval. Some part of what we ordered wasn't cleanly prepared or kept.

Bacteria from the food complicated his sore throat. The fact that I felt like throwing up meant it was a food issue. As mentioned, I only feel like throwing up if I had eaten unclean or poorly prepared food.

Not saying it's definitely food poisoning at that outlet, but it's quite possible because of the rather sloppy way they prepare and keep their food. If not, why was the yam dessert not warm? The quality of the snacks was also poor.

At Hougang, everything is always very warm and well done. I've never had any problems eating at the Hougang outlet.

Bro also said my case could be the Omega 3 that I have been taking for the past 1 or 2 weeks. Online information says it thins blood and lowers blood pressure. That might explain my giddiness and fainting. At the start of this year, a doctor who treated my food poisoning at the time, tested I was severely anemic.

Thinning my blood would definitely make it worse. But...I only took a pill the day before the incident. I didn't take a single pill on 6 Sept. He said the effects of the Omega 3 could be cumulative.

Well, I think it's a combination of factors: I didn't release for 2 days. Those pills must have been accumulating the toxins in the body and depositing in the bowels for quick release. But lacking a release, the poisons went up to the head, causing head and heart problems. Then possibly the food at the outlet wasn't 100% clean.

After returning home, I drank some Mitsuya carbonated cider that I had been drinking from for a few days in the fridge since buying it. This was before cooking dinner.

Could be the gas in the cider stirred up the bowels, or the cider itself was unclean having been in the fridge for a few days already and I drink from the mouth of it.

Whatever it is... I really don't know. I just hope I live more time and that such incidents do not happen again. Also a good thing DNA test is not run on stray dung to find out who it is... (I don't think we are so free or so rich to send for lab for testing. Who's paying?).  One person always released a load on the stairwell of my block of flat and someone always urinates down the steps. These people never seem to be caught. No cameras are ever installed to nab them.

I used to tell my bro, why not install cameras, or DNA the dung and find out who it is? But practically, who's paying and what for? The cleaner cleans up the dung and the floors are washed about once a month. Nobody seems to complain (never heard of any because people take the lift, not the stairs).

When we returned, bro said the phone call gave him a heart attack. Said he'll die of a heart attack if it kept happening like that. Thinking of which... I wonder if maybe that's what I had--a heart attack. O.O He said he actually had a bad feeling when I went downstairs and didn't return for so long. I said I had a feeling I shouldn't go. He said he actually had a bad dream about me but didn't want to tell me.


Anyway, update: I went out this afternoon and went by the areas with my dung pats. The one on the soil has flattened out into a pat with flies and 2 pieces of tissues, one of which has some dung where it was wiped with.

The other pat has been completely cleaned away. Not a trace in that corner, as if nothing happened. Except for a few small loose leaves along that wall but not at the spot, it's totally clean.

On my way back, I glanced up at the flats around the sloping pathway. It wasn't block 67. The girl had been mistaken in the darkness.

Word of caution about taking Omega 3 pills: I didn't know it thins the blood and lowers blood pressure when I purchased $53 worth of it (90 pills) from Watsons Takashimaya at sale price. When I said I get a headache taking Vitamin B pills, she told me to just pop in 3 Omega 3 pills! The way she said it, it was as if she treated them like sweets. My goodness. I always thought these sales women know nuts. They are not doctors. Just because these are vitamins or health pills doesn't mean they are harmless.

At the moment 8.55pm:  I'm still feeling strange in my stomach. I already dunged again after returning home this evening (went to collect payment from Western Union outlet, then stopped over Giant to buy a few foodstuff to cook dinner). It was watery, seemed like diarrhea. But I think it was expelling today's intake, not yesterday's. Yesterday had no solids left except water.

Could be left over bacteria from toxins yesterday.