sigh.
SUNshine is still counting the days till she gets out of this misery. Wish I can say it out loud here. Unfortunately I can’t.
I doubt there’s anything left I can do about this situation except to prevent myself from doing the wrong thing. For as long as things don’t change, we’re stuck here! But sometimes, some things just never change…and they never will. Sigh.
I wish I knew what’s wrong, at least I can help. No..I wish I know what exactly is going on. At least I know what to do! I really don’t understand what’s wrong and why some people are just so…so…weird unique.
I don’t even remember how things got so messed up. It’s like looking at a bowl of rojak and not knowing which fruit you put in first and how you put them in because they are so jumbled up! But then again, it might just be all in my mind. How wonderful!
SUNshine doesn’t know how to cope with this too well. I’m trained to make decisions based on evidence and never, ever on assumptions because it can potentially kill my patient. And this whole issue is nothing but assumptions. Sigh. Diagnosis can never be made based on assumptions. And treatment cannot be given without diagnosis. So how? Stuck lor! Investigation is not giving my any evidence as of now. How?
Let me quote my lecturer: “It’s happier to know that you have cancer when your symptoms are making you very uncomfortable than for the doctor not to know what’s causing your symptoms.” I agree! At least when you know what’s wrong, you can fix it. 5 million times better than to be guessing, worrying, and wondering what’s going on.
So why still bother to think about this rite? Just eat the bowl rojak and don’t think anymore rite? Unfortunately or fortunately, the truth is this: SUNshine really cares about this whole rojak. =_= Hahaha… as much as I know what I want and I’m realistic, I still care. A lot. Soft spot..what to do? Sigh.
And recently, I realise that in all the denial and hiding, we really forgot 1 important Person. I really felt like a hypocrite. Sigh. It’s like not being honest with myself and God. How horrid! I’ve learnt that it’s really OK to be honest with your true feelings. If you think that’s too emo or embarassing, you either have low self esteem or you’re too proud to show them. Period. Either way, it’s bad. Jesus is my Hero but He cried when He was sad. How about that?
Sigh. Love suffers long eh? Dear God, now I’m so sure I’ll marry an awesome man. I’m so sure he’ll be someone that really loves me, pays much attention to me and desires to make my dreams come true. After all the love and patience I sow into people’s life, I’m sure I will reap 30,60 and 100 folds!
But if You’re willing, let this cup pass from me. I’m really trying my best to do what’s right in Your eyes k? And not be emo at the same time. It’s not easy. And You know it…
sigh.








