Memo

3 a.m. in the morning is never a good time crying for help while the pain started from toe to head already reaches the level as a killer. It truly kept me from falling asleep, like suffering a punishment of an unknown sin which I couldnt figure out why. I tried to comfort those paralyzed muscle by humming an ancient incantation; the more I tried the worse I ached. Eyebrows wrinkled and squeezed out tears, I dragged myself for Panadol and Eurodin. Ah… my long lost friends, you are forever and always loyal and kind to me.