An Artistic Journey

Last night was the most difficult night that I’ve lived throughout my entire 22 years, 10 months and 29 days of my life.

I have been sick for a week now. Was sent to the ER about 2 days ago because asthma was so bad I can hardly stand anymore. The worse asthma that I’ve had so far. In the end, I was given two dosage of Nebulizer to help clear my lungs. Imagine what two dosages of Neb could do to me if one can already make my whole body shake uncontrollably for about at least two days before the shaking subsides. But surprisingly this time, after 2 doses of Neb, the shaking didn’t even last throughout the night and my cough and asthma came back the next morning.

Last night was the hardest because I had a lot on my mind and I was crying half of the night. And to make things worse, my coughing scale went from the yellow line to red. I had to stop myself from crying at some point because I was literally begging for air and life then. It was so hard to try and catch even a single breath.

For a split second I almost thought that I wouldn’t make it through last night because I was literally begging for life…

Chiro’s sick..

He’s been sick for a few days now.

But he’s getting worse.

I can’t stand looking at him being sick like that.

It was our fault that we didn’t bring him to a vet soon. Because we thought that he’ll be okay soon enough.

I want to bring him to a vet, tonight if I could find a vet that provides a 24-hrs emergency service.

But I couldn’t.

But even if I bring him tomorrow, will there be a vet open during Hari Raya? It’s public holiday!

I’m going to call each and every vets in JB tomorrow. I don’t care. He needs help.

When I came back from my Raya visits he kept purring weakly calling me.

I’m so worried now.

I just can’t stop crying.

I don’t want to lose him.

And I would appreciate it if people show some respect and sympathy. If you don’t want to, then just shut up. I don’t need people laughing at me just because I’m crying over a pet. This is not just A PET. He’s family. So, it’s either you care or you don’t. If you don’t just shove it up your arse. I’m not in the mood for people teasing me about my PET!

**edited**

Okay, so I don’t care if you’re family or whatever.

But AT LEAST have the DECENCY to tell me when you broke my BED!

YES, my freaking BED!!!!

You don’t just shove two brick under the broken part and then shuts up about it.

Of ALL the people who sat on my bed and in my room, not one of them could tell me that they broke my beddd????

Consider this suttle as I have not start swearing yet.

Today is seriously one HELL of a Raya.