back from the dead!

boos. nana was KO-ed for the past 2 days with weird, downright weird, symptoms. which included being in a state of suspended limbo (wrt brain) and complete marrionette-mimicry (wrt body). i guess the most fascinating part was on Monday, when i discovered what it feels like to be completely, utterly, shittifiedly drunk out of one's mind - i managed to get an elbow's grasp out of the yawning chasm called comatose-like sleep in the afternoon and was fully intent on getting a drink of water from my desk before going back to sleep. the amazing thing was, despite the very sullen fact that my water bottle was sitting demurely on the desk approximately 5m from my bed, i was unable to reach it. by that i didn't mean i was trying valiantly, albeit stupidly, to grasp it while still sitting on my bed. no no no... *wags finger for good measure* nana is a very rational person who knows her hand will never be long enough to reach the table from the bed no matter how many bowls of elastin-and-collagen-packed-ramen she wolves down, so nana got up from bed to get to the desk.
to be honest, i feel that "got up from bed" is quite a stretch from the real thing. reality: TRIED to get up from bed, but realised after about 1 minute later that my knees were perpetually bent and wobbly and my feet were flopping ineffectually in all directions on the floor. it's the world's strangest sensation, really. one bit of my brain was still stuck somewhere in loolabyland, in some funky white mist, and a furry little bit that was actually conscious was struggling in vain to wrench control of my limbs. and thereafter i suppose it gave up, because the next thing i noticed was that my entire body was in contact with the floor, and my darned feet were still flopping ineffectually, though they've changed their location somewhat to draw lazy circles in the air. which added a whole new dimension of fear in my limited consciousness cos at that juncture in time, it'd take a seriously out of it person to not realise that i was in a fair bit of trouble. i didn't know what i was doing, i didn't know how to stop doing whatever it was that i'm doing, and worst of all i didn't quite know where i was, either. i guess i was in clinical disorientation. having a body that felt as though it was filled to the brim with molten rubber and some iron was no joke, especially when one is thirsty, tired, sleepy, dazed and a little confused. ok, very confused. so basically there i lay in the gap between my bed and cabinet, flopping like a lethargic fish that hasn't been paid in weeks, and trying to enunciate some form of verbal plea for help but my brain didn't quite understand what it wanted to do, so that carried on for some time (honestly i have no idea how much time elapsed while i was doing that stupid thing) until i managed to get my elbow onto the bed's rim and somehow mustered enough energy to push one side of my body up. so at least that was something. so i tried to stand again, and back down i went, and at that point in time i guess enough fear had kicked in for me to realise i was in seriously deep shit so i used the last bit of energy left in my iron-filled bones to propel my body in a horizontal flip back into bed, and then everything went black.
by the time i next woke up, it was pitch dark, the family's gone to loolabyland, and i realised, to my horror, that i've given myself quite a few nice bruises that hurt like mad all over my body when i was doing that fishy imitation. actually it didn't hurt at all when i was actually physically on the floor doing the invertebrate hiphop dance... i guess some form of defense system is in place to block pain receptors when a person is clinging on to the very last fine shreds of consciousness. but the fortunate thing was that i've regained control of my accursed limbs, even if the control, so to speak, was still incredibly wobbly and brought on dizzy spells when i tried to play around with my newfound mobility by visiting the loo.
i'm glad to say that i'm already much better now... which is exactly why u see me online typing this. haha :D i couldn't even look straight at anything for the past 2 days without feeling like i was going to throw up or collapse. haha. all that's left to remind me of the excitement of the past 2 days is a heck of a headache, bodyaches, some dizziness here and there and some GIT discomfort. oh well :D haha. i think it's really been a surreal experience... usually people either black out or don't, so i must say that being undecided about the state of consciousness for such a protracted period of time is entirely new to me. haha. and the doctor was saying it looks like dengue, so if i don't get better by today i'd have to go for blood tests! so yayness. and thank God i don't have funny petechaie, though the really ridiculously big bruises are starting to turn a funky yellow-purple and that sucks, too. but most of all i would totally ABHOR the idea of not being able to go batam this weekend! haha. and if i estimate the number of hourse i've been sleeping for the past 2 days, it'd be close to 19hrs per day. meaning i've spent 79.17% of the past 48hrs asleep. wow. now that's what i call a record, man.
haha. and i'm tired already! well i'm lagging behind terribly on a lot of admin stuff to settle for foc and matric and mission trip, so i'd better preserve my limited energy and finish up my work..... so that i can sleep (again)!!!!!!! :P