I was coughing badly again this morning.
Noticed some traces of blood in my saliva.
Went to see a doctor and got an appointment to do a CT scan. If things are still not concluded, then they would carry out a biopsy on me.
For now the doctor gave me some drugs to stop the coughing and ease the chest pain which comes with it.
It's such a nuisance. Now my holiday plans could be compromised.
But I think I better abide by the doctor's orders.
After all, my grandmother (father's side) passed away due to lung cancer.
Well, just in case.
Anyway, ever since my health has not been so good of late, I do from time to time think about being dead.
It's not very pleasant, but the reality is that everyone will die one day.
I have to confess that I'm not really a good muslim. It is more or less - Dosa banyak, amal ibadat tak cukup.
The usual, sembayang tak cukup, tak pakai tudung etc.
So, by the usual traditional Islamists' standard, if I die now, the chances were most likely that I'm going to hell.
Quite depressing, eh.
Saying that, if you all suddenly notice that I had stopped writing all of the sudden, then you all should know where I will be.
Do try not to join me there, okay.
The only good thing I can think of coming out of this is that someone who had forgotten to love and appreciate me will regret it and will miss me.