it will be almost a week after i had a really, really severe asthma-allergy attack after contracting tonsillitis simply because my body couldn't stand the weather.

it started tuesday night. i went to bed early since i sensed my tonsils were kinda raw and the weather that day was shifting from sunny bright to bleary rainy.

woke up the next day with tonsillitis, but it was still tolerable.

woke up on wednesday with a feeling that if i don't throw up, i will not feel any better nor breathe any easier. i threw up. i felt better. i breathed easier.

AND watched marimite to my heart's content. i love you, chibicharm!!! sei!!!! sei!!! SEI!!!

thursday i was feeling better. oh, i was already taking medication. standard antibiotics. i checked with mom. so i went with my roommate to cubao. she went christmas shopping, i went table-hunting. by three in the afternoon we were all done. as we hailed a cab i felt my chest a teeeny bit painful and my asthma a bit more severe. good thing cabs are air-conditioned now so i was able to breath easier. i went home and rested a bit.

thursday night, while my roommate was sound asleep, i couldn't sleep because of my asthma. i can't lie down flat. i couldn't breathe. i can't lie on the either side bacause it's the same thing. so i pile ALL my pillows one after the other lied down and tried to sleep.

i couldn't. it was so heard to breathe. i was coughing and sneezing at the same time. and my chest was really really painful. i don't know how i survived that night. i have a very high tolerance to pain so when i say it hurts, it darn hurts.

so my chest pains were really really painful.

i think i slept for a bit. i woke up at 5am. i couldn't take the pain anymore so i got up and went to the kitchen to boil some water. i collapsed on the kitchen floor. i think it must be because i didn't really sleep the night before and my chest was hurting and my asthma was so severe. one of my rommates woke up at around 6 i think (she works in a bank in makati) and saw me on the floor, screamed woke my other roommate, saying "wake up! M's on the kitchen floor!" i heard her. i just can't move yet.

they helped me up, asked if i was alright, how long was i there (geez, like i'd know) led me to my bed. i wanted to buy medicine that friday morning bacause i ran out. my roommate left makati, but my other roommate stayed at home since it's her day off. she offered to buy the medicines for me later. i thanked her and fell asleep.

later i woke up. my roommate came back from the drugstore with the meds. but she put it on the table in the dining room. then she told me if i'm going to be ok, (would i be?) left coz she's going to see bridget jones 2 with a friend.

how the hell will i get the medicines from the table. i could barely move. i texted my mom who texted a cousin who was here in manila for a few days to check on me. she was worried, my cousin was worried. hell i was worried 'cause i was alone in a coughing fit with chest pains and breathing problems. cousin came, fed me soup. left when my roommate came back leter in the evening. by that time, i was feeling a little better.

i texted my mom that my cousin already left since my roommate was back. she replied, "Buti na lang naabutan ka pa niyang buhay diyan."

oo nga. buti nga.

the price to pay for living alone in manila, away from family. that thursday night with the storm and the power outage, one of the worse days of my life, i thought, 'i want to go home. i want my mom.'

i feel a lot better now, but i still have my asthma. the chest pains' gone. but i can't over-exert myself yet.

i can type now, see?

SA TAONG SINABIHAN NA BATO ANG PUSO NIYA:

HINDI BATO ANG PUSO MO.

MUSCLE SIYA.

*welcome to the jungle!*