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When I fell ill I simply hate other people staring at me like I could see their vision, there's this judgment I was just a fraction of weak body to which depended on the remorse. As the time goes by, I couldn't care less, no more, what's in their mind, for their lack of empathy which is beyond my control. One day, when I was about 5 or 6 years old, I had asthma. I was laying on a couch while my mom gave her support to help me took some medicine. I posed a question, "Why I very often stayed home, forcing myself to have bed rest all day long with that sort of bizarre position, shovelled medicine and water to my mouth at the same time, savored the plain porridges, etc?" My mom tucked me into the bed. Then she said "you're chosen to be a strong girl." While got herself all set to be off to office, she added "I'll see you soon. You'll be alright. I'd prepared some pills on the table, take it within the next eight hours." She kissed me goodbye, left me with hours of unspeakable pain. 


Anyway, pills always transformed itself into a demonic spirit when I need to swallow it. No matter how much water I drank, it won't work that easy. It always got stuck and made me bang my head against a brick. My mom came up with a solution. I drip small amount of water on a tablespoon, then I soaked the pills in the water for a few minutes until the pills totally melted. I could eat sugar afterwards. Mom reminded me too not to drink too much water to prevent nausea and vomiting.


Now after 3 days of Covid19 vaccination, I don't feel comfortable for I need to put up with its side effects. I got fever, migraine, swollen arms (it is exactly on the spot where the doctor gave me the shot), and experienced shortness of breath. It was my fault, rather than having a bed rest, I went to a gym center. The next day after vaccination, my body reacts to it. What if I have asthma again like I had two years ago? Surely asthma won't be easy to deal with. 

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