*Beep beep!* goes my Nokia N95 8GB while I was on my way to the skin specialist at 7.15AM.
”Michael Jackson died of cardiac arrest” says Mum.
My urticaria worsened over the night, angry red welts all over my legs, arms, hands, feet, waist and back.
“Doesn’t look so bad leh,” said Frankie at 7.00AM when he dropped by to borrow a calculator and saw my calamine-covered arms. Oh, just how dot…dot…dot…
At 7.30AM, I hear on the radio… “Michael Jackson died of cardiac arrest.”
Skin specialist gave me loratadine and prednisolone. Did you know that prednisolone is banned under the WADA anti-doping rules because it is a glucocortisteroid? I guess it’s true what Stefan always tells me that I am drugged. This reminds me of some fake doping drug Amy made up in her examination essay.
*Beep beep!* goes my Nokia N95 8GB again while I was in the car on the way to the lab.
”Michael Jackson is dead!” says Perry.
Then, I went to get a urine test done. I hate collecting urine. I think it is a torturing process especially when my bladder isn’t even full. Okay, too much details.
I had sio bee and a cup of warm Milo at a nearby coffee shop after that. After I took my medications and applied topical corticosteroid, I slept for 5 hours straight. When I woke up, aha, my urticaria improved by a lot. Just faint red patches on certain areas of the body now.
Then, I had Shanghai dumplings for lunch and when I went online…
”GABUS!!!! GABBY!!! MICHAEL JACKSON DIED!!!! I’M GOING TO WEAR BLACK TO GRIEVE!!!” said Amy.
”Not hyped up over the death of Michael Jackson?” said Stefan.
I think Michael Jackson literally threw away his life though. All that excessive skin-bleaching and plastic surgery. Imagine up waking up to face the mirror everyday, seeing the disaster you have inflicted upon yourself.