Third Day

Third day. I'm blogging again. Feeling better and awake. Looking forward to the day that I don't have to take any medicine to survive again. And that will be two days from now. If all of you don't know, I hate taking medicines, seeing the doctor, and going to the clinic. All my life this has not been my ideal activity. But, I've got no choice. A flash from the past...

You know, back in those days, when I caught a flu or a cough, I would refused to see the doctor, instead, I waited for them to heal. I did, all the time. I vividly remembered the following day after my heart-breaking seperation with my ex-gf, I had high fever for three days. I didn't see the doctor, in fact, I bathed myself in ice-cold water. Although it's torturing, but I got better on the third day itself. The endurance paid off.

Even now, I still have this dislike of seeing the doctor and eating medicines. I don't know why, but it's somehow not my type style or perhaps cup of tea. Guess I'm a little stubborn regarding this area...