Concussion after medication...

Phew, it's been a long long time since I can sleep for long hours. The best which I could manage recently was about 9 hours straight including 2 waking hours in between. Due to those medications, I was able to sleep almost 12 hours straight with little or no waking hours between. But the down side was that the medication took another 5 hours to wear off after waking up fully. So perhaps you will know why I am still up writing my blog ;-)

Been having fragments of dreams which are bothering me, even in my drug-induced sleep... Hope that I can "see" them more clearly as it had served me well so far. Though some had put fear in me for some days but some had been real helpful, I wonder what will it be this time? Sensed some sort of urgency despite it is not clear. Anyway, all those fragments may not mean anything but it is still pretty bothersome if it had been coming for months and there are still some which I can't get the meaning...

Seems like the infection in my lung should be getting from bad to worst... Considering that I am getting pretty bad pimples on my cheeks, which is a good indication of my respiratory health. But I don't think I dare to hope that it clears up fast. Hahaha I had been eating junk for the whole day. Only had 2 slices of bread, some noodles and some grapes. The rest of the day, I had chocolates and chocolates ;-) And my fluid intake is limited to about 1.5L at the most hahaha.

Ok, I know some people will start to make noise and threaten to force feed me with proper food or some will suggest I seriously need a boyfriend hahaha. Well, rest assured, I need none of those. Guessed what I need is seriously time alone and slowing down of my pace. Like what I had written earlier, there seems to be some kind of depression which I cannot lay my finger on. Perhaps life had been moving along too fast and there are too many things whirling in my small little brain. I had been upset because I don't feel that I have enough time to myself nor am I getting answers to some of my questions. And being inpatient by nature just dosen't help ;-)

Guessed getting sick is a way for my myself to slow down and poisoing myself with junk is a way to "punish" myself in way... Knowing what is not right and doing the right thing is different I guessed. Maybe that's why I often thought of leaving everything behind and moving on. Knowing what I should do and doing the right thing is different. But what is the right thing than???

Getting sick slows my pace down involuntarily but the medication is fuzzing my brain up. Umm... due for my medication and some sleep now... Can't really think nor analyze with a muddle brain...