after a good coffeeholic breakfast, having taken all my bits and pieces like the good boy that i am (having first forgotten them at home, forcing me to go back and start again while breakfast was being cooked), i returned to pack and leave for work...
i started coughing, and with no further warning proceeded to regurgitate a serious portion of my eats. i thought i'd vomited blood until i realized that that was the colour of the last tablets :/
i passed by the doctor's to verify that this was alright, and he assured me that it's not the end of the world.
we'll test everything again in a few weeks / a couple of months when i get back... he mentioned this morning that the bacteria i have may cause growths if left untreated, and hypochondriac me suddenly realized that i've been complaining about all sorts of things for at least the last half a year... i hope that my fears are unwarranted, and as i can't do anything more at the moment i guess i'll just have to assume so.
i attribute any damage to my health to be a direct consequence of the combination of army food and army doctors.
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