I Don't Feel Well
I think I'm ill, though I can't specifically point out what my illness is. My mom attributes it returning-to-school stress. One classmate suggested very mild stomach flu. I don't really know. *Sigh*
So the symptoms are: I can't eat a lot. If I do I feel really terrible, like, my chest constricts and I can't breathe, and I will want to throw up. If I'm not eating, then thinking about food makes me want to throw up. Urgh. It's like, I'm being cut off from food. The only things I can stomach without problems now are liquids (like fruit juice or non-gassy drinks) and ice-cream, but not the creamy kind. The icy, sorbet kind. Yep. So, basically, I have to stop eating until this symptom passes. It's good lah, in a way. I guess.
Yesterday my mother gave me medicated oil to apply. I forgot how it feels like already. It's quite ticklish and shocking. Hahaha. When it hits your navel, it's ticklish like mad, then it starts burning, and that's the shocking part. But it's quite soothing. Oh man, I sound strange. Er, so it's like how you eat chilli, then the burn is shuang. Something like that.
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The responses I gathered from my previous posts are rather interesting. I had no idea that anyone will actually respond to such a strange topic. Hahaha. Yep, but I gained knowledge. Apparently the chinese thing about cooling and heaty has some basis to it.
I do feel that chinese medicine and western medicine has their own brand of basis for their reasonings, so it will be unfair to judge one by methods of the other. For example, chinese medicine examines more on the overall human body, but western medicine focuses on individual cells. So while, maybe, western medicine is unable to heal some illness or problems, because they can identify effects on the entire human body, chinese medicine may also be unable to treat some diseases that goes on at the cellular level (like virus-induced diseases). To each their own, I guess.
But up till now, I am getting more and more interested in the traditional chinese medicine and biomedical science double degree course that NTU offers. I suspect my eventual grades won't be enough for the choosing panel to even glance at, but, well, it's quite nice to think about the impossible sometimes.
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I'm quite worried about my mother. She has been expressing her concerns about her joint pains and her memory deteriorating. I'm not so much worried about the former than the latter. It's a very scary thought, thinking about your parents growing old, and contracting illness that you hear so frequently about, but never thought will happen to your parents. Many people try to avoid thinking about it, or they simply refuse to belive that it will happen, but I think sooner or later, we will have to confront it. I try not to let it affect me too much, but I admit that sometimes I cannot help but get overwhelmed by the fear of what may happen to my mother. And then I worry about how I am going to take care of her, and how I have to do all the household chores (because my family is bloody chauvanisitc), and how I have to cook rubbish food because I can't cook, and how she won't be there to offer advice or give common sense, because god knows her level of common sense and my level of common sense are like, miles apart. And then I try to think of other stuff.
Because, really, she's not young anymore, and, well, time passes really fast, and that day will really come, so what will I do then?
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I discovered that the mama shop below my flat sells very nice ice cream bars, that's cold and sour and cheap and nicer by far than any of the $2++ ones. Really, they're trying to cheat the customers, the price they sell some of the ice creams at.
So the symptoms are: I can't eat a lot. If I do I feel really terrible, like, my chest constricts and I can't breathe, and I will want to throw up. If I'm not eating, then thinking about food makes me want to throw up. Urgh. It's like, I'm being cut off from food. The only things I can stomach without problems now are liquids (like fruit juice or non-gassy drinks) and ice-cream, but not the creamy kind. The icy, sorbet kind. Yep. So, basically, I have to stop eating until this symptom passes. It's good lah, in a way. I guess.
Yesterday my mother gave me medicated oil to apply. I forgot how it feels like already. It's quite ticklish and shocking. Hahaha. When it hits your navel, it's ticklish like mad, then it starts burning, and that's the shocking part. But it's quite soothing. Oh man, I sound strange. Er, so it's like how you eat chilli, then the burn is shuang. Something like that.
***
The responses I gathered from my previous posts are rather interesting. I had no idea that anyone will actually respond to such a strange topic. Hahaha. Yep, but I gained knowledge. Apparently the chinese thing about cooling and heaty has some basis to it.
I do feel that chinese medicine and western medicine has their own brand of basis for their reasonings, so it will be unfair to judge one by methods of the other. For example, chinese medicine examines more on the overall human body, but western medicine focuses on individual cells. So while, maybe, western medicine is unable to heal some illness or problems, because they can identify effects on the entire human body, chinese medicine may also be unable to treat some diseases that goes on at the cellular level (like virus-induced diseases). To each their own, I guess.
But up till now, I am getting more and more interested in the traditional chinese medicine and biomedical science double degree course that NTU offers. I suspect my eventual grades won't be enough for the choosing panel to even glance at, but, well, it's quite nice to think about the impossible sometimes.
***
I'm quite worried about my mother. She has been expressing her concerns about her joint pains and her memory deteriorating. I'm not so much worried about the former than the latter. It's a very scary thought, thinking about your parents growing old, and contracting illness that you hear so frequently about, but never thought will happen to your parents. Many people try to avoid thinking about it, or they simply refuse to belive that it will happen, but I think sooner or later, we will have to confront it. I try not to let it affect me too much, but I admit that sometimes I cannot help but get overwhelmed by the fear of what may happen to my mother. And then I worry about how I am going to take care of her, and how I have to do all the household chores (because my family is bloody chauvanisitc), and how I have to cook rubbish food because I can't cook, and how she won't be there to offer advice or give common sense, because god knows her level of common sense and my level of common sense are like, miles apart. And then I try to think of other stuff.
Because, really, she's not young anymore, and, well, time passes really fast, and that day will really come, so what will I do then?
***
I discovered that the mama shop below my flat sells very nice ice cream bars, that's cold and sour and cheap and nicer by far than any of the $2++ ones. Really, they're trying to cheat the customers, the price they sell some of the ice creams at.