Finally, after three months, I never imagined that I would come back to this dusty cave. But I have, and it's refreshing.
The reason I decided to come back was partly due to my 'spate' of inactivity the last few days. It just so transpired that on Sunday, a day after my sergeants wedding, I developed a terrible lethargy and after a midday nap, I woke up feeling like my head had been hammered. I was literally panting and my arms were numb. The dreaded chest pain was there, and I knew immediately that this was not good. Tried to go for a walk to clear my head and hoped that I'd feel better, but I came back feeling woozy. As a dutiful soldier, I told myself I was going to sleep early that night so I'd be fighting fit the next day for my horrendous day at work.
I did not wake up fighting fit. I woke up feeling extremely weak. In the end I did the necessary and reported sick. Got a two day MC initially, but somehow things got worse that night, so I went to TTSH to check in. Didn't get warded, but after some blood/urine tests and an X-ray, doctors declared me fine. I was pretty satisfied by that; it wouldn't have been very comforting to find out that I had something terminally wrong. But what I was surprised at was when they slapped a 5 day MC onto my face.
So here I am, your obedient soldier, staying in 5 days at home, not setting a foot out of the house, practically rotting at home, sleeping and drinking and peeing and basically allowing my body to regain its vitality. I'm feeling fine now, but extremely thirsty for some reason. But it's nice to relax at home after these many many months of hard work. Sad to say, someone at work is suffering because of my absence, but at the end of the day, we've all realised that I'm not indispensable.
But these last few days I've been rediscovering myself a lot: the Craig that slipped away ever since the year began. I've been looking at old photos and gaping at how different I looked back then. As usual the most pleasant photos to look at were my year 1 in army, when somehow I wasn't as bloated as I was for the last 4 years. I've also been reading some amusing old MSN convos, marvelling at how bold I've been towards some people (opposite sex and in particular one of them) in my conversations with them. I've also been going through some old blog posts. Realised that I suddenly got a sense of humour in the army. My junior college days were pathetic, so morose and depressing. Sad to say, the entries that were written at the begining of this year mirrored those ancient entries, although they started off with more hope and faith and sweet little things than ever, and then deteriorated as time progressed. Now I'm thankful I kept a blog and maintained it. A blog is truly useful after so many years of using it.
So I've been taking the back seat and walking down memory lane. I can't believe I was a kid, a student until last year and then I suddenly had to grow up. It's sad really, that I've lost all the innocence and mirth and I've become quite an uptight behind (if you know what I mean). These last few days of doing nothing much but just scanning preserved memories in the form of cybernetic data has been so soothing, because one thing it does is help you remember all your long lost relations. Memories more often than not are marked by relationships. I've been contacting a lot of old friends on facebook too, and since most of them are army boys now I guess that they'll take a while to actually get back.
This is cool, a happy post after a long time. A 5 day MC is a miracle.
Please don't abandon my blog. Come and drop by once in a while and leave some tags; know that I'm alive and so are you. I know our lives are all busy but once in a while escape that rat race and drop a line, just a short sentence or two. It'll make one's day change for the better, you just don't know how. Just like how a plastic bag follows you home :D
