I guess I'm back to normal.

Really enjoyed the attention these few days. Soft toys, fruits, balloons, visits, potential visits, smses, hugs, soups and porridges, well wishes... Now i think once in a while hospitalised also not that bad..... just that

writhing in a small bed in pain is not nice. Then you're worried you might have visitors when you're not well enough to smile and say hello. And you're worried you might throw up on the bed. And the mere thought of food is enough to make you reach for the vomit bag, too bad if your neighbour's food smell particularly strong. And you're lonely when the next bed is crowded with visitors and yours with none.

Welll, i'm back. And now it's me against the world. And i feel the world's gonna win.