Hope all of you are in the pink; in good health.
For many times, I'd promised that I would post an entry about the 'secret' that I want to share, but finally I just managed to find the perfect time.
And, here it is!
It just about a story from my childhood memory.
Well, it could be true as everyone (who is older than me) in my family told the same....
As for me, I'm not sure, but I DO have the subtle memory about it.
It was about me being in medicine overdose condition.
I repeat again, OVERDOSE.
Kind of scary, right?
I have to admit that it is scary when I think about it in my present time (which is now; this year)
I never thought that medicine overdose could harm the body of the consumer; it could even kill a person!
That is why, I am so grateful right now to Allah !
And I always will !!
OK! Let me start the tale << ececeh...
Me, at that time, have only a sister (which is now in the university!) who is 2 years apart with me.
My sister was
So, my mum gave her the aspirin or what I know as cortal(?), the fever medicine for kids.
|I'm sure you know this thing.|
For my situation, it was coloured yellow and
it is sweet as it is for kids.
At that time, my mum just gave ONLY one to my sister as she was still under 7 years old.
After my sister ate the medicine, my mum put the remaining medicine on top of the refrigerator that was 3 times higher than me (and maybe 2 times for my sister).
As I could remember, my mum went into the bedroom for a while as she left us in the kitchen.
AND, at that time, my sister who was standing on top of a chair, reached up for the medicine and she (at the border) grabbed it!
Oh ya, I forgot to say here, that I loved to eat medicines when I was a kid (even now, actually).
So, as a 'medicine lover', I asked my sister to give some of the remaining cortal to me (eventhough I was healthy that time).
And, my sister who still knew nothing about overdose, gave the medicine to me.
she kept giving the medicine to me...
....until there was only 1 more left.
And, in the same time, my mum was screaming (maybe?) as she saw I ate the medicine and my sister giving me those medicines.
After that, I was sent to the hospital.
Sorry to say, but I do not have even a bit about the memory of me being in the hospital (for the check-up).
I don't know why~~
But, from what my mum told me,
At the hospital, the doctor checked me and it seemed like nothing wrong with me. (even after I ate all those medicine?)
But anyway, my mum was told to stay for with me a while in the hospital as I was put in a ward.
Well, not a private one, for sure.
That time, the hospital that we went was kind of a countryside hospital, so it was still incomplete.
My mum said that, I was put into a ward (a hall,precisely) that was full with many kind of patients!
Old peoples, pregnant women, kids, patient from accident and whatsoever were in the same hall that time.
And, this was from my mum's said,
"You were running from the end to end and it was so hard looking after you that time!"
I'm sorry, umi! ごめんね、かあちゃん！！
I didn't mean to...
As you could see, I was being hyperactive that time.
That was weird actually, as I was supposed to be in the bed, sleeping or resting.
But, it seemed like the effect of the overdose had affecting me in the other way (maybe..)
In the end, my mum had fed up chasing me and she was quite embarrassed because of me, so she brought me home.
And, the story end there.
As I heard almost the same story from my mother's family (aunts,uncle,grandma), I was laughing the whole time.
Was it really a true story, or just a fiction made up by them?
At first I though it was just a made up story, but what about the memory about me eating all those cortal?
Finally, I concluded that it was a true story.
And, recently, I realized about something that I never ever thought it would be.
Since I was in Year 3 or 4 until last two years, which was my third year in middle school,
I could hardly remember about me being in sick, especially fever.
Well, what I want to express here is I hardly got infected even after running in the rain and not taking a bath after that.
I know that is not good, but at that time, that was me.
Once in two years was normal for me having a fever.
But, starting from last year, I got fever, twice.
And this year, until this day, only once.
And what does it mean?
Could it be that the medicines I ate had became my immunity that protected me for about 7 years?
wallahualam. Only the God know.
Okay, I know there will be people laughing after reading my story.
But, I am not ashamed of it.
After all, it was a secret that is no longer a secret.
Come on, everyone have their own childhood story, right?
So, why not I share one of mine?
I hope that there would be something that you could take from my story.
Not about taking overdose, of course!
Just remember that this kind of thing could be happening around you.
It might be your siblings, or your family, or your friend, or it might be...yourself?
That's all for today, ladies and gentlemen.
Let's hope that I can write more story in the future.
Thanks for reading! << Oh, have I ever wrote this?
Ijyou, Dani deshita!
*I want to watch AraFes!! Chou mitai!!*
*The songs from UraMania album are so good!*