MY (guitar) HERO
cramps are horrid.
the worst cramps ever had to hit me, today.
i could barely stand. i was immobilized, hip downwards.
i could barely walk and the only thing that i could think of was to pop in all the panadols to let the excruciating pain go away. Let the pain subside at least!
It was that painful that I almost wanted to just lie flat on the 5foot pathway.
The weather is just not helping. It's making me melt, and I can't stop perspiring. I was staggering, dripping with sweat.
And not to mention the liquified vomit(s). I just wish i could vomit the pain out. Get out. GET OUT!
All these happened, but I wasn't alone.
The hero was there. And he IS a hero.
He left the food that he just ordered untouched, and forced me to go home, though i insist that he should have his meal before he head off to work.
A stern NO left me speechless,and he quickly helped me out of Qiji. I felt slightly better when a samaritan let me have a few drops of her medication oil.
But once i stepped out into the hot sun, i thought i would just collapse. The Saturday sun is really not helping, like i mentioned.
He gripped me and lead me, just like a kid who just started walking. But really, there is no way i can support myself, my knees are just too weak.
Seriously, i make it sound as if i'm pathetic, but only god knows how i was feeling just now.
And the look at his face, i can never explain.
He insisted that I piggy back on him, but i know i wouldn't want to tire him too much. That boy's got to go to work later.
Final resort: 995 = DAD
Zulky called Dad and dada zoomed to fetch me.
My last words to Z before we departed : "Follow me please?"
I can't bear to depart from him, after what happened in the morning.
But seriously, am i ever so grateful for him. What would i do without him?
the worst cramps ever had to hit me, today.
i could barely stand. i was immobilized, hip downwards.
i could barely walk and the only thing that i could think of was to pop in all the panadols to let the excruciating pain go away. Let the pain subside at least!
It was that painful that I almost wanted to just lie flat on the 5foot pathway.
The weather is just not helping. It's making me melt, and I can't stop perspiring. I was staggering, dripping with sweat.
And not to mention the liquified vomit(s). I just wish i could vomit the pain out. Get out. GET OUT!
All these happened, but I wasn't alone.
The hero was there. And he IS a hero.
He left the food that he just ordered untouched, and forced me to go home, though i insist that he should have his meal before he head off to work.
A stern NO left me speechless,and he quickly helped me out of Qiji. I felt slightly better when a samaritan let me have a few drops of her medication oil.
But once i stepped out into the hot sun, i thought i would just collapse. The Saturday sun is really not helping, like i mentioned.
He gripped me and lead me, just like a kid who just started walking. But really, there is no way i can support myself, my knees are just too weak.
Seriously, i make it sound as if i'm pathetic, but only god knows how i was feeling just now.
And the look at his face, i can never explain.
He insisted that I piggy back on him, but i know i wouldn't want to tire him too much. That boy's got to go to work later.
Final resort: 995 = DAD
Zulky called Dad and dada zoomed to fetch me.
My last words to Z before we departed : "Follow me please?"
I can't bear to depart from him, after what happened in the morning.
But seriously, am i ever so grateful for him. What would i do without him?
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