3:11 am, Friday
17th, 2013
I find myself in
reverse diurnal, another way of saying that I am a relapsed nocturnal. My
circadian rhythm working against presence of sun, or biomagnetic field it
creates as earth revolves and rotates in its orbit around it. My melatonin was
triggered on daytime, by the first chirping of bird I am dozed up unconscious.
I like to think I am a modern day vampire, sans good look or charming points. As
créature nocturne, we are in this world that never sleep, the fall of Berlin
wall of communication barrier, rise of the social network Jedi and shit like
that, as we communicate more, we sleep less. We talk more, we
listen less.
My personal side-table fan
acted up. I think I broke it from years of forcing air current through its blade
towards me. I am a lazy breather, I have a lung of 35 year old man, when I was
25. At least that was what IPR technician told me on my spirometry. Might as
well saving up for LTOT later. These intercostals and those accessory muscles
were here just because it is God given anatomy. I find it hard to hold my
breath under cold shower for less than 10 seconds, you can kill me drowning in
bathtub for less than 20 seconds, as panic takes away the rest of typical human
oxygen deprivation capacity. So no sexual asphyxiation sadomasochism for me for
sure. No choking, no smothering please. Sigh.
Now I am typing
this entry under scorching warm night, to chuckles of those people of African
tribes who sleep under the star and grow phototrophic towards the sun, instead
of green they are melanin-rich. First world problem. Yes.
I think my
thyroids were fucked up. From years of consuming caffeine. It got confused and
decided to work as it please. T4 here, T3 there, TSH everywhere *sing to the
tune of Old Mac Donald Has a Farm*. I can’t tolerate heat. Static air makes me
sweat. I got palpitation at dawn. Thought it might be Somogyi in response to
dawn surge of insulin. Then again I am a delusional diabetic. Not on paper,
never in real life. At least not yet in near future.
Oh yes, my back pain
is here. Hoorah on that. My old friend who stick with me through hard times. Never
have I own a friend who actually there, come bearing pain and suffering like my
favorite backpain. Stocked up on analgesic patch though we know it did nothing
to it but I’d like to cheat my body to think that I am doing something to treat
it, maybe placebo effect can cure it, as its existence is a somatization, so
will the treatment. Like cures like. The pseudoscience of homeopathy adage.
I was asked many
times about my list of hospitals for housemen-ship, to my surprise were their
expression of regret that I decided to return to my place; my center of gravity,
my motherland. I could have been sure that I am the most hated person in my
batch. I’ll bet my toes on that. Like if I were to give them free pass to stab
me with no legal consequences, I am pretty sure I will ended up like that poor
man on Tarascon cover, only worse; decapitated, amputated and all. I am not a
people pleaser, I act on whim and talk on impulse if I think something is
intolerably stupid. Or maybe their response just to be polite. You know
pretense polite, because it is socially awarded to be one. Though dumbfounded
by this current reaction I remain unmoved. Give me one reason to stay, I’ll unpacked. So far, zilch, nada. So leaving is anything but arbitrary.
As much as I am deep-wrecked to leave. I also feel slight percentage
of liberation. New people, new possibilities, new relationship, this one to bury.
P.S. this entry
written under influence and fueled by hunger. Late night hunger pang and bullshit like
that.