The hospital was an experience. Getting food poisoning here isn't the same as it is in Singapore. Even though it's the mildest I've ever gotten, the measures that were taken just to get better were astronomically more than what I usually get in Singapore. In Singapore, a jab or a pill up the anal cavity and an 8 hour nap was all I usually needed, but here, omg. After a futile visit to the clinic and 2 courses of their useless meds later, I went to the hospital only to wait another 2 hours in pain before they finally gave me a bed. This was after a whole night of alternating between my bed and the bit of floor in front of my toilet bowl.

I stayed approximately 5 hours in the hospital and even after I was discharged I wasn't completely well. Stomach still felt sore and I still couldn't sleep for more than an hour straight when I got home. Only after some hot lotus root soup (courtesy of Kenny) was I able to fall asleep proper.

Speaking of which, the drama with food poisoning and the hospital made me realise how blessed I am. Despite recently having had a friendship ending in a debacle (and me reacting to it like it was the end of the world and made me consider moving my life to a different place on the globe), the being in the hospital business showed that I was surrounded with people who care. Ys's phone barely stopped ringing and mine was going off every half an hour or so with very concerned friends checking up on my condition. I cannot express enough how thankful I am for each and every one of you. For all the BBMs, texts, calls, twitter msges. From all of you whether in Melbourne or Singapore. Thank you a million times and a million times over.