Monday, March 16, 2009

It just won't subside

It's a Monday and I bet in a few hours, rooftops, roads, and slopes will be flowing with god's tears.

I'm at home, thinking about my weekend. Waiting to visit either a neurologist or just a general prac. At first I thought it was vertigo, now i know. It's a typical Migraine. Typical as it is, it comes with a hell lot of pain and suffering. I picked my sister up from the airport yesterday and I had hot light flashes and lost my grip on reality. There are mnay types of migraines, mines due to either stress or irregular menstrual cycles and etcetera.

It's really common, but the combo's don't come common. I've been having it for a long time. It is unpredictable and it comes in a wave. you can't prepare for it, don't think you can permanently avoid it. Psychological stress is the root of the problem, it creates tension and different patterns in blood flow. What you eat is also what you get. I eat plenty of tyramine, stuff that are preserved, salted, sweetened. Those contain tyramine, at times they are good for you. But if you're prone to all these migraine issues just like I am, keep away from tyramine for a while. Just google it out, it'll list stuff that contain tyramine. bananas are in it too. I went bananas when i found out bananas belonged to tyramine .I love bananas. They taste so good with cereal. strawberries. omg. im such a fat ass craver.

gone bananas over bananas

Im bored at home. I feel weak, but i'm okay. I just hope the doc wont be a dumbass and prescribe less than okay or an overload of pills that serve no purpose to my system. I want it to work. I want results gadamit.

Saturday night, I was in Zouk. Then we adjourned to Spicy, hartamas to feast on tandoori and garlic naan. Halfway through our meal, there was an indian mob chasing a skinny indian guy. I dont know why, perhaps he stole, broke in, whatever. But he didn't deserve such extreme beating.

They bashed his head up with a fuckin brick. And they used that brick till it broke into pieces. My friend called the cops, but they turned out an hour late. By then his face was fractured and covered with dried bits of blood. It was gruesome, his hair drenched in his own red. His neck, broken and helpless. His heart? Still beating, but a faint stint of movement. It was like witnessing a tiny massacre.

I couldn't help but bring that image back home. His faint heartbeat and his bloody face and clothes just ignited this anger in me. This rage and tension that made me perspire like hell and destroyed my sleep. The fact that they were capable of such brutality, makes me angry at the useless cops for not being around in times like this. I hate Malaysian cops. When are they ever on time, when are they ever NOT in the mamaks having a beer or teh tarik. When are they ever loyal, polite, and NOT corrupt? When are they ever human beings with a heart. They are stupid and straight out from the kampung. They hit on women, look down on women, and disturb women. On top of that, they are bullies that enjoy pickin on the less fortunate. Fuck them. I wish they got bashed up instead. Because of how oblivious, lazy, and useless they were, this guy couldve been dead. They took an hour plus from that phonecall. And the incident took place in their own bloody district. Stupid no-brainers! I just can't help but think how this country is not a save place to live in, because the cops are too lazy and relaxed. Indirectly, they pretend not to know or hear these things and by letting things pass, imagine how many people's lives are endangered, or how many stood a chance to live but weren't saved.
I'm pissed off. It boils my guts knowing the situations like this. It's NOT SAFE anywhere. But i do know that no ones more stupid than a Malaysian cop.They should be bashed up, so their sorry fat asses won't have to block my way when im driving, won't have to squeeze the poor for money, won't have to bully the community with their badges of proof. They should be stripped off all apparel and be left out in the cold to shed off some pounds. fatso's.
I gotta get ready. Going to the doc. Man, my head's heavy. Filled. Full. Whilst my tummys lonely. Empty.
Updates on medications and neurologist will be updated after i get back. I want to record the length, experience of every major migraine attack i have. So far i'm quite use to it. But i need to remember what symptoms to the attacks...what i ate..what i felt..blahblah. It's just for myself to read. So don't bore your guts out.