It was the longest Friday night ever! The pain was polite enough to allow me to see friends in KetKai Mall. So, I had the journey, and I was strong as an ox, if you know what I mean, I was amazed and stunned by these huge cubes of journalists' pictures, which were mounted at the space near Marks and Spencer; pictures of sad realities about teenage moms, shady characters living on slums, etc.
Then, living la vida loca had suddenly ceased by the pain. In fact, Bronte (not real name!) was asking about my abdominal pain. I left my friends because the inside of my body mimicked the turmoil and chaos of Libya!
Buscopan attacked the pain, Zantac, too. But in vain. The pain lasted for eternity! The medicine had allies in the person of--I mean, in the "bottle" of Eficascent and Omega Pain killer. The pain was unbearable, pushing me to make unpleasant groans and hideous noises.
By 4 of the clock, ayem (AM): I was at The Polymedic.
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