Sick - Day 7
I woke up feeling ill. I knew I had to meet my mom's friend's family for yum cha, and I wondered if it was just a feeling of not wanting to go. I thought about cancelling, but thought I could struggle through it.
As I laid in bed, the thought of cancelling became more and more appealing. I was soon convinced I was sick, and I called up the friend's son to cancel. After I had done it, I stayed in bed. I started falling asleep and woke up soon after with the urge to throw up. I quickly jumped up from the bed and rushed to the basin and threw up. I can't remember the last time I threw up, but this felt pretty bad. Yet it felt good also when I had finished.
The thing was, the way the basin was designed, only liquid could drain through, so I had to spend a considerable amount of time picking up my vomit pieces into a cup and flushing it down the toilet. But I didn't care, it had to be done, and at least this confirmed I was sick and not just wanting to be anti-social.
After cleaning up the basic I went back to bed, and was woken up by my mom's friend calling me. She said she wanted to meet me to give me something, so we agreed to meet at noon. I struggled to get ready and managed to drag myself out there. She gave me some things to take back for my mom. I think she could tell I was genuinely sick, so at least she knew I wasn't lying.
I returned to the hotel and slept some more before getting up to get ready for dinner with my grandmother and relatives. I struggled through the whole trip there, and when I got there I had to tell my uncle that I couldn't eat much as I had thrown up earlier in the day.
I sat next to my grandmother and "Ah Keung", who had apparently been unemployed in the last four years due to health issues. Poor guy. I recognised some of the faces from my previous visit, but had no idea how they related to me.
The message about my mother was the same as last time, albeit a bit turned down: she was a money waster, never earned any money and only knew how to spend it. She was lucky to have my dad, who put up with her and looked after her her entire life. They said I was similar to my dad in terms of personality and temperament. I kept thinking about how I shameful it was to have gambled for so long and with so much.
I was glad when the dinner was over because I just needed rest. My grandmother was at an advanced age, and I wondered if that would be the last time I saw her.
I went back to my hotel, rested a bit before deciding that I needed to make the most of my HK trip. I went out for a punt and ended up at a place called K-Pressure. They were clever to put you in a dark room so you couldn't really make out the real age of the girls. I picked one just to get things done with, her name was Lilly and she was probably about late 30's or even early 40's. She seemed nice enough, but after the deed I couldn't wait to get out of there and I returned to my hotel to sleep.
As I laid in bed, the thought of cancelling became more and more appealing. I was soon convinced I was sick, and I called up the friend's son to cancel. After I had done it, I stayed in bed. I started falling asleep and woke up soon after with the urge to throw up. I quickly jumped up from the bed and rushed to the basin and threw up. I can't remember the last time I threw up, but this felt pretty bad. Yet it felt good also when I had finished.
The thing was, the way the basin was designed, only liquid could drain through, so I had to spend a considerable amount of time picking up my vomit pieces into a cup and flushing it down the toilet. But I didn't care, it had to be done, and at least this confirmed I was sick and not just wanting to be anti-social.
After cleaning up the basic I went back to bed, and was woken up by my mom's friend calling me. She said she wanted to meet me to give me something, so we agreed to meet at noon. I struggled to get ready and managed to drag myself out there. She gave me some things to take back for my mom. I think she could tell I was genuinely sick, so at least she knew I wasn't lying.
I returned to the hotel and slept some more before getting up to get ready for dinner with my grandmother and relatives. I struggled through the whole trip there, and when I got there I had to tell my uncle that I couldn't eat much as I had thrown up earlier in the day.
I sat next to my grandmother and "Ah Keung", who had apparently been unemployed in the last four years due to health issues. Poor guy. I recognised some of the faces from my previous visit, but had no idea how they related to me.
The message about my mother was the same as last time, albeit a bit turned down: she was a money waster, never earned any money and only knew how to spend it. She was lucky to have my dad, who put up with her and looked after her her entire life. They said I was similar to my dad in terms of personality and temperament. I kept thinking about how I shameful it was to have gambled for so long and with so much.
I was glad when the dinner was over because I just needed rest. My grandmother was at an advanced age, and I wondered if that would be the last time I saw her.
I went back to my hotel, rested a bit before deciding that I needed to make the most of my HK trip. I went out for a punt and ended up at a place called K-Pressure. They were clever to put you in a dark room so you couldn't really make out the real age of the girls. I picked one just to get things done with, her name was Lilly and she was probably about late 30's or even early 40's. She seemed nice enough, but after the deed I couldn't wait to get out of there and I returned to my hotel to sleep.
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