You Don't Know I Do Drugs*

*title of this post can only be understood by those who have watched Jeff Dunham and Achmed's Jingle Bombs Christmas Performance

If you were a complete stranger to me, if you have never met me before in your entire life, and we were to cross paths today, you would probably think that I am a junkie.

What on earth would ever cause me to say such words?

Could it be the fact that I have a plaster on the right side of my arm?
Could it be the fact that I have a fresh bloody scab situated above the plaster?
Could it be the fact that there is this thick black circle that surrounds the scab on my arm?

Well, try all the above!! not to mention the fact that my deranged hair has a mind of its own, thus making me look like some kind of demented person walking down the streets of kuching
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Looks nasty, does it not? Haha. I went for my mandatory medical check up at Normah Hospital. The picture above is my precious souvenier from the pleasant staff of the Normah Wellness Centre. The plaster is where they poked a needle into me to drain my blood! Due to my trauma of having needles being jabbed into any part of me (especially my jaws!!), I simply turned the other way throughout the whole procedure, which made it less painful as I do not have to watch in agony as the needles draw closer to me.

This baby is where I had my Mantoux shot (Mun Khea, did I spell it right??) which was super duper painful!! This shot is to test whether I have TB or not. The entire process felt as though someone was pinching my skin and twisting it with their super sharp fingernails. It looks like a mosquitoe bite as this shot goes under the skin, which explains why its more painful than the blood sucking process. Apart from that I also had fun with the X-ray test. Yvonne (from JB) was right about the procedure! We have to stand like a chicken while pressing ourselves against the glass thingy while wearing the hospital gowns or kimonos!!! OMG so funny. Hahaha

So anyway, after that I went out with Badaq to the Spring, and I felt pretty weird walking around with the stuff on my arm.

Seriously, what thoughts will come across your mind when you see a person with such markings on their arms? The plaster looks merely innocent. The red scab practically parades the fact that I just had a needle stuck in to that spot. But the black circle does ALL the talking for you; JUNKIEEEEeeeeee....


This is EXACTLY why I stated earlier on that you might perceive me as a junkie.

Badaq: said-something-about-junkies-and-my-scab-that-i-cant-remember-specifically
Sherene: OMG hahaha. dont say that out loud, later people really think that I am a junkie
Badaq: hehehe, you dont know you do drugs!!