Aarghh... i dun feel good...

The weeks to follow after the good news wasn't exactly pleasant. Just the thought of certain food or a whiff of garlic would send me to the bathroom.
Even the taste of water had turned mercury. Was it the water or was it just my body adjusting.
French fries (particularly McDonald's) were my only source of comfort. And boy, were they finger-licking good!
Then there was the fatigue. Sleeping more than 10 hours just didn't seemed enough. Neither was 12 hours of sleep did me any better. Getting out of bed for work 6 days a week was a battle. All i wanted to do was to cuddle up in my blanket and sleep.