Urgh... I've been utterly miserable over this weekend. The reason? Having the runs.
It all started on Friday. I was at AWS Singapore for some training/seminar about using Generative AI to transform legacy databases/applications to a more modern set-up that was cloud-native. I had their bento box for lunch, a ``Basil Thunder Tea Rice'' from GRAIN. Then a couple of hours later, my stomach was seriously rumbly, and I had to make a run to the nearest toilet for a dump. It was not a pretty one---splatters with no sign of solid waste. And the amount of gas too... it was not good. After the event, I made my way home, and towards the last leg, the familiar ``it's gonna be a shart, innit?'' feeling started on my rectum, and I panicked prayed my way to scamper home, where I dropped off yet another big blast of gas, liquid, and mass, all out of my ass.
I would add that over the evening till the next day, I had another two to three bouts of them.
In the morning of Saturday, I was thinking hard. I would ride it out, except I was due to man a booth out in the east side as part of some work thing; it was voluntary, and I wanted to do my [limited] part, and was thus slated for a two-hour slot within the first four-hour shift.
So, I went to the doctor, who was mercifully open---the old GP (literally) had cut back on his hours, and was open only on not the second and fourth Saturday of the month, and only in the morning. I told Doc my woes, he looked at me, and gave me antibiotics (ciprofloxacin), something for the stomach pain (hyoscine), and something for the runs (loperamide), and gave me instructions on how to front-load the antibiotics to help hold my insides in place long enough to do the shift.
I reported back to the event leader at my organisation, who was horrified that I was going to show up, ordered me to stay the hell at home (paraphrased and emphasised by me), pointing out that the place was (1) hot, (2) humid, and (3) the toilets there were ripe, totally not the kind of place that a guy with the runs in need of constant hydration was supposed to be at.
I felt like I had let down the team.
But the rest of the day, I spent sleeping in, trying to let the meds and my body do their thing. The runs were almost clockwork-ish---about one toilet blast per three hours. Not exactly ideal, but it was... tolerable. At least there was no leaks, nor was there any surprise sharts either.
Oh, it went through the night till this morning. Sleep was... there. I had weird-ass dreams that I chalked up to my mind trying to process all these nonsense while being forced to detach itself from the world at large from all the sleeping. Or it could be a rumination from reading The Great Reclamation by Rachel Heng.
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In other news, I'm excited that the fourth hololive English concert, Serendipity, is doing the same thing for the duolive of Kiara and Ina: live viewing in cinemas is being supported!
Finally, a chance to watch all the ladies of hololive English in concert, with other fellow kaigai-nikis who don't have the money to travel all the way to the US to do so!
This time, I'm also going for both days, instead of only the first one for Kiara and Ina's duolive.
Now I'm just wondering if IRyS's sololive later in the year will also have the same live-cinema view... that would be in October. One can Hope, eh?
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I think that in between all the highs and lows in life, it is important to just realise that life just happens. There can be no great pleasure without great pain, and while we all love to believe that we can strongly control what we want, where we go, and how we get there, the reality is often more sobering. God is in control, and our path through life is about getting to know Him, to worship Him, and to refine ourselves to be ever closer to the paragon that He is.
And that's about it for now. Forgive me as I listen patiently to the gurglings of my gastro-intestinal tract to determine if it is time for yet another toilet blast, or should I wait to accumulate more ``material'' before expending one more ass-wipe moment that risks irritating my butthole.
Till the next update.
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