Diarrhoea hit me hard again this time. I got up the next morning, feeling horribly weak and lay down on my bed again. And of course, a sick leave message was sent to my manager before I fell into a sort of sleep coma. I woke later on, not sure if it was still morning or afternoon and feeling less giddy but rather mad. Mom cooked me some porridge after we came back from the clinic. I hardly ate some, then went back to bed again. Things became yet more confused after that. I must have stayed in bed quite a lot the whole day. Serious shit.

You know, work sucks when there is a bitch around. No, not another Lady Gaga, but why are some people so weird? Frankly, I don't give a damn, even the bitch really got on my nerves. But oh well, isn't it interesting when there are some sort of weird people around you at work? Hmm, let the selfish cow be. We'll see how. =P

And I guess it's time to sleep. Not to forget the medicine. Argh, I hate the big black pills.

I should have known. Babe.