Greetings from room 512.
I know it’s been more of a death blog than a hiatus by now and if not for me laying queasy on a hospital bed right now, I could not have possibly find the time to sit down to revisit this sweet thing and realized how much I have missed writing again.
If I could blame my final year Design Project** for everything, I would. The last semester had been a serious struggle juggling between uni and work. School isn’t merely a 9-to-5 job anymore, and I found myself working no matter the time and place, on weekends, all night, sometimes only coming home from uni to take occasional shower and change (I lost count on the amount of times I stole my boyfriend’s t-shirts and hoodie and lived in them for a week).
I flew back to Indonesia right after we submitted our Final Design and (hopefully) rocked that presentation. Without even unpacking my luggage, I had to fly again to East Java for a month for a placement in PGN. By the end of third week at work, this worker bee finally gave up. What started as a mild fever turned into the most horrific pain I had to experience in a very long time. I struggled getting anything into my system without throwing up every 10 minutes, costing me some major emotional breakdown. I stopped coming down to work and by the fourth day, I was hospitalized with Typhoid A.
I spent most of the past few days crying because a). I had to miss a trip to Bali with friends that I had long waited for, b). IV tubes are terribly inconvenient, and c). hospital food just bores me to tears. I could go on with the list of hospital rants, but I somehow started seeing it as a nice reminder that it’s okay to give myself a break every now and then. On a brighter Thanksgiving note, I’m really thankful for my family here who really sticks around despite my current mental state, mom who flew all the way from Jakarta, shampooed my hair this morning (the hair situation got to the point where I couldn’t tell wet from greasy), and let me sneaked in some sushi deliveries because we are rebels like that.
In the past, I would have pushed through all of the works and vacation plans I had scheduled, but I now realize the importance of slowing down. I’ll be leaning into comfort food once I get discharged in a few days (is it just me or is eating healthily when you’re feeling under-the-weather so unappealing?) and laying low. Happy Thanksgiving and hope you all have a good one. x
**A course designed to ensure final year Chemical Engineering students have no life whatsoever in their final year. However, I low key miss tagging the team in fresh relatable memes and confessing true emotions in many of the all nighters.