Awoken by an excruciating pain. Not a good way to start off the week. When all you can do is to cry out in uncontrollable moans, you know you are in deep shit. In such precarious moments, events and emotions just flash pass your mind. All in a matter of minutes and seconds. The weirdest thing is, i felt intoxicated, my lung cavity lined and entangled by bus numbers, flight numbers, and i so wished to puke them all out. I must be poisoned by work. But when i called out to my glorious friend, i lost all control in the struggle. It's nice to know who's at the wheel of the ambulance when you're lying wounded on the stretcher at the back. I don't wish to sound twisted, but i enjoyed the moment of pain. Reminded me of all my near-death experiences, most of them induced by asthma. I don't know if this is his way of reminding me that i'm nothing but a beggar in need of the most primitive needs, but it's worked before so i don't see why it can't be that way. Besides, he already had to resort to taking away the things dearest to me to bring back orientation to my life. Like i've said before, one day i might just have enough courage to thank him and to appreciate the whole beauty of his plan. Hope i survive long enough to see that day.
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