The Pain Behind the Eye

I cried in school on Friday. For the first time in six years since I elevated to a Potter, I cried in front of everybody. The pain was so excruciating that how stoic I was, I just could not stop the tears from falling.

PurringFeline was so shocked to see me prostrating at my chair. She thought I was being bullied by the PERVERT. Haahaa.. as if some cad can put me down on my knees.

"Headache. So painful," I lamented helplessly at her. I felt whatever Chocolate Sundae that I ate pushing its way out of my oesophagus. Usually I had such headaches at home where I will drown two Panadols forcefully down my throat (I abhor medicines!!!), prostrate at the bed (supposedly to ease the pain) and close my eyes, the thumping behind my left eye is the rhythm that I fell asleep with. When I wake up, everything will be fine again and I will be jumping around like some Energizer Bunny.

But not on Friday. I couldn't even drive myself home. I swallowed the loathsome paracetemol (is that how you spell it?) and slept in the lounge. Every minute, I will be woken up by the voices of Potters going in and out of the lounge; some not even visibly in it. Haahaa.. It was like I was mental and kept hearing voices in my head.

Slept until nearly 7 pm. Woke up but I still felt sick and lost. Told PurringFeline that couldn't stay for the night. Had a good rest in my bed but of course, had to wake up early the next morning for the JALAN YANG ISTIMEWA. Humph!

*twenty28eight is recently plagued with so many problems about her Goonies that she thinks she's going mental soon. please bring along white roses (her favourites) if you are visiting her at imh. by rsvp only*