A touch of human psychology
I feel like a big, heaving mess of an emotional baggage.
Yes, yes, and I know that human beings in general, tend to withdraw themselves from people like that - which perhaps explains why I am seldom hearing from the people I usually hear from, especially during the past one month or so.
Nobody likes people with baggage, and I must say the baggage that’s weighing on my back now is one … hugebloodymess which is why I sometime feel as if nobody wants to talk to me at all. (Right, I know I sound scarily clingy/needy here but this was just an observation I’ve made over the past several weeks.)
Human beings are queer people. When one doesn’t need anyone and can stand perfectly straight by his/herself, people are drawn to that person like whoa. However, when one needs people the most, everyone backs away.
I think the fact that I am so very cranky and snappy at every little thing that irks me plays a part as well.
Time to put on my big fat forced smile and head out there as I usually do. After all, everyone prefers to be around happy people, right?
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Blood test results are out and everything checks out fine. The monocyte counts have fallen into the normal range. Still slightly at the higher end of the range, but at least it’s normal. So, I should be happy, right? Instead, I’m still shrouded in a mess of confusion as to why so many things have been done and I am still not getting well.
Meanwhile, I guess I should just chuck my health aside and just move on for the time being. Perhaps if I ignore the symptoms, they will eventually go away on their own? I know this sounds really illogical but it’s worth a try.
Heading to Genting with ol‘ Mum and Dad tomorrow, fer three days. Perhaps the short break will do me some good. Though I really hope I wouldn’t feel faintish while I’m there - the last thing I want is to be the sick person and ruin the trip for everyone.
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Anyhoo, this is already some time ago - but the wobbly shelf next to my desk has finally been fixed … I think.
I mean, when a shelf is supposedly tethering off its edge and threatening to fall down very soon, it should be fixed by removing the faulty shelf altogether (along with its loose screws) and reattach it firmly with brand new screws?
Well, I received the announcement from my mum that Mister Contractor has fixed my shelf (after three long months of delay after delay), arrived home … and saw this.
If the picture isn’t obvious enough - Mister Contractor had simply chucked a piece of laminated wood beneath the shelf to hold it upright.
Honestly?!?
I could have done that myself, thankyouverymuch. Do you mean to tell me that I’ve been kept waiting for over three months for you to chuck a piece of something under the wobbly shelf when you’re supposed to be fixing it instead?
I could have easily stuffed several thick textbooks under that shelf and achieved the same effect, sans the waiting.
Fumes.
And if you’re wondering what Mister Contractor had to say to that - I’ve to wait another two or so months for them to fix the damn shelf.
Back to square one, I’d say. :(
C O M M E N T S (5)
That mouse is cute!
If the doctors can’t find anything wrong physically, then it’s possible, just possible, that you are similar to me:
There are times when I don’t think that things in my life are stressing me out, but in actuality, because a certain situation that I’m dealing with meets the dictionary definition of stress, it’s as if my body knows that! And so it gives off classic stress symptoms.
Perhaps this FYP meets the definition of stress and so your body’s reacting - even if, in your mind, you think you’ve got it all under control? :)
In any case, I hope that your vacation makes you feel better!
That is damn funny about the shelf. I hope you guys didn’t pay him too much for that. Such a waste.
Wha?! I almost fell out of my chair when I saw what Mr. Contractor did. It’s as if he just went to your house to have a sandwich for lunch & then plugged in a chunk of spare wood as thanks. Geesh! people these days!
Maybe this is just the beta fix, while Mr. Contractor is looking for an alpha solution…
What you said about people being there when you are not in need of anybody and disappearing when you DO need them turns out to be true. Nevertheless, I sometimes suppose my “sad aura” cuts of the phoneline somehow… Hope you enjoy your holidays at Genting:-)
The contractor must be retarded. == God, talk about doing a sloppy job.
I’ve never been sick to this degree before, so I don’t have any helpful advice to offer you, except to just try to take care and not make the symptoms any worse. (I’m aware that you’re proabbly already trying to do that, but I had to say it. xD)
And I love your cute little mouse!!