Today I was talking with a colleague in the pantry and I asked him if he is still going to the gym or not. He said he had to stop because he is on a weight gain programme.

It reminds me when I was young, I had weight problem as well. I was underweight and no matter how much I eat I will never gain a single kg. I tried to workout at the gym and I tried to take supplements but nothing works for me.

Until today when I was taking my shower, i realise that the fat around my belly has slowly built-up. And sooner or later I can simply make a spare tyre out of it.

Since when I can gain weight so easily?! I can’t believe it.

So I went to find back my old pictures to see if I really gain a lot of weight.

Okay maybe this is a little bit too old. But it proves that I wasn’t born underweight.

This is me sometime around 2003 to 2004 when I was still studying. I was skinny, my neck was thin and my chin was sharp.

And here comes the latest pictures of me.

OMG!!! Look at me!!! I can even make double chin!!! No wait… it is TRIPLE!!!

My face becomes rounder, my belly becomes bigger and I have multiple chins.

I was once the person who laughs at my friends that they already become a fatty after they start working. It is going to be my turn now.

This is terrible. I need to go back to the gym and I need to go swimming more often.

Now have to control a bit or else I will easily become a fatty in no time.

It has been quite some time since I fall sick last time. Come to think of it, this should be the first time I take M.C. and also the second time I go to the clinic.

It is a terrible experience especially when my family is not around. Dad can never diagnose me and mom can never wake me up in the middle of the night and ask me to take medicine.

Called my mom yesterday and she feels a bit worried after knowing that I’m not feeling well. I miss you mom and hope you had a great Mother’s Day.

Yesterday I went to The Curve and Ikea. Wasn’t feeling that well so my friends and I left earlier. Got home and took a shower than straight away sleep. When almost midnight, I woke up and I felt sick already.

So I went to a 24 hours clinic nearby and waited for almost 20 mins just to get myself registered. Waited another 20 mins until the nurse called my name.

Went into the room and saw an Indian guy doctor who speaks and acts very softly. Hmmm… not a very good first impression.

“So what’s wrong with you?”

“I think I’m having fever”

“Having cough?”

“Nope.”

“Diarrhea?”

“Yes”

“Vomit?”

“Not yet.”

“Running nose?”

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“Errr… headache and muscle pain.”

“Okay, leave up your shirt… higher… Okay, now turn around.”

The doctor uses a stethoscope to listen to my chest, stomach and back.

“Okay, now go and lie down on the bed. Losen your pant.”

I was like… what the? What the hell you want to do to me?

The doctor uses his hand to press my tummy, here and there.

Then the doctor said, “Sorry, do you mind?”

Without waiting for me to ansewr, the doctor straight away pull my pant all the way down and start pressing my lower tummy around my ‘brother’.

“Any discomfort?”

“Errr… err… nope…”

WTF!!! Letting an old guy who looks like a hamsap lou pull down my pant and press here and there and you were asking me any discomfort??? Absolutely yes lah!!! I feel like he wants to see my ‘brother’ more than he wants to diagnose me.

“Okay, now I need to help you to ejeculate to get some specimen of your semen.”

What kind of clinic is this???!!! Okay lah, there is no such kind of clinic that ask people to ejeculate, I made that up.

So after pressing my tummy all over, he says that’s all, thank you and please take care (which I feel extremely fake). The whole process took less than 10 mins.

I got 6 packs of medicine, for fever, for vomiting, for muscle relax, for morning flu, for night flu and antibiotic. RM50 altogether. Sigh…

I always wanted to say this for a long long time, I don’t like clinics because the doctors and nurses are all very fake. The doctors pretend to be friendly and the nurses were so fierce. They ask you what’s wrong with you instead of telling you what’s wrong with you. They ask you this and that just for the sake of asking you this and that. They could have straight away ask you what medicine you want, and there you go and take the medicines from the counter. They never really want to cure people but selling drugs and earn money are more important to them.

I hate being sick.

Today, I understand something important.

When you give too much to your work, you will lose something in return.

I’m saying this because I’m sick. I don’t mean I’m sick of work or what but literary and physically I’m sick. Haven’t been feeling that well since the day before Labour Day.

I believe it is because of long working hours, excessive use of brain, not enough sleep and lack of exercise which caused my immune system to drop to a dangerous level and at the end having a fever.

I know it’s a good thing because my body is fighting the virus and it tries to give me a hint by making me fever. Whoever that invented this hinting mechanism surely never had fever before. If I were to put in-charge of designing this whole mechanism thing, I will put a traffic-light-liked indicator maybe at some less obvious places for example under the feet. Green shows a healthy body while yellow means beware and red means dangerous. Like that no one ever have to surfer anymore.

Okay back to the topic. I have been taking tons of Chinese medicines since the day I felt something is not right. I don’t like to take western medicines because I don’t think it’s a good idea to let the antibiotic kills the viruses for me. I don’t know why but I just don’t like it. And the only reason I will go to the clinic is for the medical certificate (MC). Frankly, I will throw away the prescriptions the doctor gave me and I will go and get myself some Chinese medicines instead.

And what do all these have to do with balance? Nothing much related actually. It’s just that when I’m sick, I lose all the goodnesses in life and mentally become unbalance.

I can’t fully taste the sushi at Sakae Sushi last Wednesday.

I can’t fully taste the ice cream fondue at Hagen Daze last Thursday.

And the worst part is, just now I have to reject my friends to go shopping, movies, dinner and clubbin!!!

The morale of the story is, don’t fall sick during weekend and public holiday. A healthy body is far more important than anything else.