I am still not in full good working condition. I am functioning well, though. I just got back from a marketing trip, spent about half an hour in front of the pool eating slices of watermelon while trying to relax in the windy, noisy city, and had just finished preparing dinner.
Shopping was alright, if I could just ignore the uncomfortable feeling I had in my stomach. I am not sure what was that about but certainly, I was really praying hard that I didn't have to ask the any of the personnels there for directions to the washroom. Luckily, god had mercy on me, I didn't have to.
Walking back, I was feeling a little better. Traffic was same as usual, with never ending jams, whistles blowing by the traffic conductors, cars honking, humans crawling all over the side walks. And of course, not forgetting, the fumes. Exhaust fumes from the tuk-tuk, cars, motorcycles, taxis, buses. It's just bad.
It would seem normal that I was sweating in such condition. I could feel the little beads of perspiration starting to gather all over my forehead. Walked, I did, avoiding tourists awed with the jams and wonderful roadside stalls, cursing when they took pit stops in the middle of narrow paths, jamming up the on-foot traffic behind them.
I had to make a stop to get a slice of melon before heading towards my hole. A moment later, shopping bag in one hand and another holding my watermelon, I headed towards the pool. I would just sit there, long enough to gather myself. There were people there, like me, trying to enjoy the evening breeze. I think they fared better than me. Sitting there, the head was a little fuzzy and the forehead was still perspiring. I was not dripping sweat, but yet I was not dry. I left when the noise from the crowd started to swell.
Something is just not right with me. I am not sure what that is. Right now, typing all these, long after preparing dinner, my forehead is still not dry, my eyes are feeling dry, my head's a little fuzzy, and my stomach is trying to signal something. Even my fingers are not feeling very strong, not even for typing.
These are the warning signals my body is trying to give me, but what about?
Shopping was alright, if I could just ignore the uncomfortable feeling I had in my stomach. I am not sure what was that about but certainly, I was really praying hard that I didn't have to ask the any of the personnels there for directions to the washroom. Luckily, god had mercy on me, I didn't have to.
Walking back, I was feeling a little better. Traffic was same as usual, with never ending jams, whistles blowing by the traffic conductors, cars honking, humans crawling all over the side walks. And of course, not forgetting, the fumes. Exhaust fumes from the tuk-tuk, cars, motorcycles, taxis, buses. It's just bad.
It would seem normal that I was sweating in such condition. I could feel the little beads of perspiration starting to gather all over my forehead. Walked, I did, avoiding tourists awed with the jams and wonderful roadside stalls, cursing when they took pit stops in the middle of narrow paths, jamming up the on-foot traffic behind them.
I had to make a stop to get a slice of melon before heading towards my hole. A moment later, shopping bag in one hand and another holding my watermelon, I headed towards the pool. I would just sit there, long enough to gather myself. There were people there, like me, trying to enjoy the evening breeze. I think they fared better than me. Sitting there, the head was a little fuzzy and the forehead was still perspiring. I was not dripping sweat, but yet I was not dry. I left when the noise from the crowd started to swell.
Something is just not right with me. I am not sure what that is. Right now, typing all these, long after preparing dinner, my forehead is still not dry, my eyes are feeling dry, my head's a little fuzzy, and my stomach is trying to signal something. Even my fingers are not feeling very strong, not even for typing.
These are the warning signals my body is trying to give me, but what about?
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