When people ask me, how does it feel to live in a different country on your
own? I didn’t feel any difference till DE day arrived when I had to open a
strawberry jam bottle. The lid was ‘stuck’. The glass surface was cold. I tried
opening it for a good 15 minutes standing, sitting, sleeping in various
positions and angles, hoping that that would make a difference. Breaking it on
the floor was an easier option but I can’t afford to do that. It was $3.99. For
a person who had almost emptied every single cent in the bank balance, I had to
save every ounce of the strawberry jam.
I couldn’t open it after 2 hours. For a moment I regretted not attending the
physics lecture during my JC times and that I should have been an industrious
student and not escape to the nearby chicken chop uncle’s shop. However, even
if I had attended diligently, schools don’t necessarily teach these kind of
survival skills. Youtube came to rescue.
Actually, it was simple physics. It was the pressure that made it threateningly
impossible to open. Once the pressure was released, anything can be opened-
just like your mind. Finally, machi!! Open the bottle! This incredibly
successful discovery gave me confidence to open other cans and bottles such as
sardine cans and coconut milk can which, initially, I had a battle with.
$30-a-week meals
Within a week, I suffered from 2
wheezing/breathelessness/exercise-induced asthma attacks. Having developed this
condition 6 months ago, I thought it would become better with prescribed medicines
and hopefully a new environment. The first time it occurred here was when I played
outdoor soccer for 15 minutes on orientation day in the skin-peeling organ-vanishing
weather. The second attack occurred last Sunday during a social meet up session. This
futsal session was organised by a friendly Iranian coach who decided to form
this group and this was his first session as well. Since it was new to
everyone, no one turned up except me. He was so accommodating and decided to do some foot practice together.
The discomfort in my chest started 15 minutes into playing.
The dry cough started gradually. I felt the congestion in the chest. The phlegm
was raising its wings like a phoenix. I didn’t want to look like a weakling
even though I was very excited and enthusiastic about my first futsal game
after several years. Thus I just washed my face and continued playing. I came back to
kick the ball a few times. The cough continued as the trickles in my throat
became unbearable. I had to stop playing several times. I felt like puking. I
sat down to take long deep breaths. I could hear the loud wheezing sound. I told the
coach that I can’t do it anymore. He suggested that I should go home and rest.
And he also drove me to the nearby bus stop because this was really at an ulu ulu place.
And the evening buses on Sundays operated at timings -
6.26pm, 7.26pm 8.26pm. At the bus stop, I was still coughing and spitting
phlegm and other body parts that was competing with each other to fall out.
Massaging my entire neck and nose with peppermint oil helped 0.2%. The journey
back home in the bus was spent me thinking about curing this overnight so that
I can really get back to playing my favourite sport.
An intense google search began. And everyone knows what
happens when we search for anything with regards to our health and body. Yes, I
almost ended up concluding that I have a terminal illness and my life is significantly
shortened. Turning to Youtube, indeed helped and motivated me after watching
videos of how this college athelete has been training hard for marathons and
running races despite suffering from exercise-induced asthma. There was another
girl who played softball even though she has this condition. So what excuse do
I have? Breathing exercises and walking, for a start, should help I guess.
With freedom and peace, comes tons of other
responsibilities! I had to call and ensure the internet modem kit is ready at
the store for me to pick it up. Because if I opt for the delivery or for them
to fix it, I really then have to eat cup noodles and bread for the next 7
months. I had to call the property
manager to inform them of the damage and the withering of plastic parts from
the kitchen rangehood. (I am pretty sure it is not because of my aggressive
amateur cooking)
I need to call the guy who sent a notice stating
that there will be some electricity upgrading next week in my apartment. But the company stated
on the notice isn’t the electricity provider for my unit. So how dare you touch
my current-du da dai? After talking to the guy, I realised that this fellow
does the upgrading no matter who my electricity supplier is. How do I know la?
I come from a nation where we go to PUB for everything.
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