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Sniff.

Sniff.

Sometimes I feel like I am a hypocrite.

Whenever my friends get sick, I would advise them to go to the doctor. After all, is not that one usually does, in order to seek medical attention, and not resort to rummaging through pills from previous visits to the doctor? Either that, or pop one or two Panadols, and drift off to sleep immediately.

When I get sick, I get nagged by my parents to pay a visit to the doctor, and get the appropriate medicine for my illness. However, more often than not, I choose to not go to the doctor’s, and brush away their worries and advice.

I have some of my mother’s fever medicine from her previous consultation with the doctor – about six months ago. Sitting right next to it is a tiny bottle of Vapex inhalant. And I am now away from the comfort of my own home.

It is quite easy to tell a person to do one thing, but when it comes to having to do it yourself, you have to think it over twice, even thrice, then say no. Rather forcefully, too.

I am still hoping that I would not need to go to the doctor, lest I be immediately directed to the hospital due to the SARS scare.

Could there be any other methods to cure a flu? Lemon tea or something? Eep. Probably going to sleep early tonight will do me good.

On air now: It’s Summertime, Flaming Lips

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