Hi random people!
Time has passed so fast and I haven't had the chance to sit down and type randomly like I used to.
I've just recovered from a sickness that I didn't bother going to doctors to. Doctors in my area are stupid, lazy and above useless. When I was younger they would prescribe me stuff that actually worked, now its just over the counter medicine and I never needed a prescription. Now I keep a track of what sickness I contract then I remember what I did to get better, and take that route. I save an hour of my life just sitting bored waiting for a doctor appointed that I already booked but still end up waiting one hour til my turn. Ridiculous. Then all they prescribe is me is antibiotics. Yay as this rarely really works.
My sickness is unknown. My parents call it "wind" (shitty translation by me). Basically that leads to me having a bad fever where my body starts cramping, becoming tender and unbearable pain. So my parents use the "coining technique". You rub a round coin that isn't sharp in a line til a red marking appears. You know its bad when it looks like a bruise coming through. I use Chinese oil to help alleviate the pain. It hurts like a bitch. I hold my manly tears each time. What's worse is when my dad gets lazy and goes do it yourself to my chest, this means I'm self inflicting pain when I'm only using a coin to stroke in one direction.
Anyways this fever was so bad, I couldn't sleep nor dream. I'd fall asleep due to exhaustion and wake up in sweaty clothes. I'd change and go back to sleep then wake and repeat for the first night. Next night I went to bed in a towel. I would always wake every hour. The phlegm kept blocking my breathing route and I'd wake myself from snoring loudly or because I stopped breathing. Every time I swallowed my own saliva, it felt like sandpaper and it burned while also hurting like hell. Glad the pain is over for now.
What's more strange is my dreams last night. As it's always in some sort of sequence I have yet to figure out the whys and hows, I had multiple dreams because I didn't sleep long enough for a dream to come through previously. Each dream I dipped into last night, I'd have someone happy and cheer me now that I'm on the other side then the dream go back to the way it is. It's so strange that the subconscious part of me was so happy that I was able to revisit.
Each dream is like a different reality to me, past, present, future to young, the age I'm at now and old age... my perception and perspective has become better. The dream will always appear the same for me but when I double take, take notice of the detail, I'm not even sure if the dream itself has changed or its just because I never care to take notice in the first place.
Some dreams to me are like those adventure books, you make the correct decisions and you get to see the next part. Screw up and you see something different again but a bad ending. Do neither and expect no change. I don't receive those endings where its fairy tale and crap, I'd say its just better than always dying or being killed in it. Which sometimes is necessary as I internalise too many things and me metaphorically dying in my dream, I take that as I need to let it go as there's nothing else in my power I can do but to let go.
I'm finally over my life burn out, its taken me 4-5 years to move past it. I got my life together again. I have better goals in mind I'd like to go for. I also got the chance to get my tarot card reading which I'll write in the next blog. So far I've survived this long....phew. I wonder what dream will happen tonight...?
Time has passed so fast and I haven't had the chance to sit down and type randomly like I used to.
I've just recovered from a sickness that I didn't bother going to doctors to. Doctors in my area are stupid, lazy and above useless. When I was younger they would prescribe me stuff that actually worked, now its just over the counter medicine and I never needed a prescription. Now I keep a track of what sickness I contract then I remember what I did to get better, and take that route. I save an hour of my life just sitting bored waiting for a doctor appointed that I already booked but still end up waiting one hour til my turn. Ridiculous. Then all they prescribe is me is antibiotics. Yay as this rarely really works.
My sickness is unknown. My parents call it "wind" (shitty translation by me). Basically that leads to me having a bad fever where my body starts cramping, becoming tender and unbearable pain. So my parents use the "coining technique". You rub a round coin that isn't sharp in a line til a red marking appears. You know its bad when it looks like a bruise coming through. I use Chinese oil to help alleviate the pain. It hurts like a bitch. I hold my manly tears each time. What's worse is when my dad gets lazy and goes do it yourself to my chest, this means I'm self inflicting pain when I'm only using a coin to stroke in one direction.
Anyways this fever was so bad, I couldn't sleep nor dream. I'd fall asleep due to exhaustion and wake up in sweaty clothes. I'd change and go back to sleep then wake and repeat for the first night. Next night I went to bed in a towel. I would always wake every hour. The phlegm kept blocking my breathing route and I'd wake myself from snoring loudly or because I stopped breathing. Every time I swallowed my own saliva, it felt like sandpaper and it burned while also hurting like hell. Glad the pain is over for now.
What's more strange is my dreams last night. As it's always in some sort of sequence I have yet to figure out the whys and hows, I had multiple dreams because I didn't sleep long enough for a dream to come through previously. Each dream I dipped into last night, I'd have someone happy and cheer me now that I'm on the other side then the dream go back to the way it is. It's so strange that the subconscious part of me was so happy that I was able to revisit.
Each dream is like a different reality to me, past, present, future to young, the age I'm at now and old age... my perception and perspective has become better. The dream will always appear the same for me but when I double take, take notice of the detail, I'm not even sure if the dream itself has changed or its just because I never care to take notice in the first place.
Some dreams to me are like those adventure books, you make the correct decisions and you get to see the next part. Screw up and you see something different again but a bad ending. Do neither and expect no change. I don't receive those endings where its fairy tale and crap, I'd say its just better than always dying or being killed in it. Which sometimes is necessary as I internalise too many things and me metaphorically dying in my dream, I take that as I need to let it go as there's nothing else in my power I can do but to let go.
I'm finally over my life burn out, its taken me 4-5 years to move past it. I got my life together again. I have better goals in mind I'd like to go for. I also got the chance to get my tarot card reading which I'll write in the next blog. So far I've survived this long....phew. I wonder what dream will happen tonight...?
