Feeling ill

I finally caught a cold, ironically, in Uganda where the weather is hot. I had been perfectly fine for the past two years in the UK where it rained all the time.

A month's visiting to the hospital in Beijing last Christmas(it was the only time I went back home since I left years ago) did not solve the infection but only the symptoms. I found the infection worsened several days ago and started taking tablets left in my suitcase. I don't even know if those tablests still work or not and, at the same time, I'm taking malaria tablet every day which makes my body feel really bad. I probably need another operation before the infection gets much worse, but I have to wait until the last moment to figure out what to do. Flying back to Beijing has not been ruled out, but the flight cost and the work here made the excluding of it highly likely.

Another thing which is quite relevent to this post's topic is my Hypoglycemia. It came back to me several days ago on my way back to the centre. At the time I just knew there was nothing I could do about it. I was trembling, sweating and full of anxiety. Although I had experienced it many, many times, it hit me the hardest this time. I could not actually walk though I thought I could. Fortunately, john was with me at that time and helped me walk back to the centre, otherwise I could have probably fell into coma and went to see Plato. I regained my strength after an hour.

I feel so weak when I know I cannot help but see myself loosing control of my body. It is always so good to have someone around who can give you a hand without asking too many questions which cannot be heard and answered. However, when I have my mental collapse, I can only swallow the bitterness hardly until it does not hurt any more.