P for Pancetta

have to go on the road soon,

new reality shows, new crap same bullshit.

Preparations? dunno,

1. shave head-saves the hassle of conditioning and shit like that
2. get new shoes- i was never a believer of buying expensive shoes, but man my feet are all crapped out, and im fuckin fed up, pass on the timberlands
3. new phone perhaps?- really fed up with the P900 my dad offloaded to me, i'd rather even use my alcatel but my bro is using it since his phone is dead too.
4. new medicine- i'm constantly running out of pills to stop my gout attacks, must see doctor for ten times more the perscription and hopefully a discount.
5. new experiences? attitude? dunoo?hadjadjadjklkasdljasd

its coming to April can't possibly make it back for ceng beng, have to make an effort to go back to penang for easter at least, another short weekend to find out how my family is doing and not allowing to feel attached before leaving when things are so good to be home.

home

some people live their entire lives in the single plot of land they grew up in, history resonates in the very walls they would have repainted, damaged, stuck posters and picture frames and resealed and repainted again.

all the memories tied in a single household probably overcrowded and messy with everything that is worth nothing in money but still priceless to throw out.

my apartment, only 2-3 years worth of memories is only filled with trash that can be thrown out but trash in itself never ends, it can never be rid off. Therefore it is the one most irritating thing in the whole world that can never be solved, but through it's common tyranny it binds us together.

yes it does

it is but the byproduct of everything we do that has intact all of the memories that have been lost.

so do we get rid of it or not?


i guess it depends how irritating it gets.

crap crap, shit thrash, life

Episode II : Attack of the Crystals

damn this pain wont seem to go away,

its true what they say, you cant run away from you're sins, they just keep coming back to haunt you.

by sins I mean eating like a freaking pig.

just when I'm on my preventative medicine for my gout treatment, the one where the doc said if I have an attack I should stop and get another set of medicine,.....I get an attack.

And I remember him asking me about whether I wanted some attack medicine the last time, my foot was feeling great, so I says no and he says thats alright just come back if you need more and I says sure thing and therefore I went back.


Different doctor this time, glanced thru my medical card filled with probably 4-5 different scribbles of different doctors...its truly amazing how they even understand any of it, thats why they keep telling children with bad writing to be a doctor (I should know).

Well this chap gladly told me that I knew that he knew that I knew that I needed to loose weight in such a casual way and half-way explaining about the balance between medicine and dieting his phone goes off, then he goes off telling some dumb shmuck to buy something in which the dumb shmuck probably made a mistake....but who cares really.

I almost felt like slapping him, but his frankness and his patience in telling me about my condition (after the phone call) made me appreciate him more and listen to his advice.

So in the end we started talking about TV production where he blabbed how he new one of my colleagues on Idols and later about his nephew who apparently does animation for video games in Canada and that his nephew's company started off with medical animation but found game animation so much more rewarding (financially of course).

All that jazz, I get out, I see a crowd off sick people outside the clinic that wasnt there when I went in, couldn't help but feel guilty for wasting their time, but what they wont know wont hurt them.

I get my drugs, I get my MC, I'm back at home eating another freakin salad,watch Oliver Twist and fall asleep (the Polanski one), and that's pretty much the time I take to get back on the net.

gribbles my scribbles

the blood test is out

on the positive note:-

my blood cells are in order

sugar levels are great

electrolites good (all the salt shit)

my piss is great

my hepatitis B immunity is still superb from the jab i had 3 years ago

i have no VD

on a mix note:-

good old fats, overall cholesterol is suprisingly OK

HDL (good cholesterol) is good

BUT triglycerides (fats) are a bit high but not troubling

and LDL (bad shit) is just a bit off the scale, i should be lke a <2.58 mmol/L but I'm a 2.59

so overall not too troubling

on the BAD note:-

i have gout,

my liver is Fucked! means no drinking,

in short i've dranked so much the poisons of alcohol is still lurkin around

all my liver enzym readings are off the roof! but dun worry, the doctor said i wont die just yet, but i've got to work hard to preserve my liver and get my uric asid levels under control.

so word for the wise, drink wisely or you'll pay for it some day,

plus now i've got so much liqour stacked up in my room, i dun even know what to do with it,

not smoking, not drinking, signs of aging

i think i better take up chess or checkers

write a gout now

my foots been killin me ever since i was shooting a tv pilot in indonesia

actually it was hurting over there because i was walking all day with my camera but when i came back to KL and rested, everything was fine.


2 weeks later, the bitchin pain comes back, and i didnt sprain it or walk a lot or did much strenous activity at all.


ah what the hell, i just figured i was fat and all, and my feet are giving up, just hav to visit a sensei one day and get it sorted.

never found the time though, and the shit kept getting worse.

so i decided to give my leg some chinese healing when out of the blue my colleague was jokingly suggesting that i might have gout.

*alarm bells ring*

although he didnt he mean anything by it, but all the symptoms i had seemed to point to it, i finally knew what was fuckin my leg up, it couldnt have been a sprain, i didnt do shit.

but then again i'm young, but then again i'm fat

but then again my leg is not that swollen, but then again it was a reoccuring injury

and then i drink a lot

and then i love tomatoes, offals, beef, all types or purine-filled-taste so good-food

and then my mom and uncle have high uric asid levels also

and then i knew i was proper fucked


screw the sensei i had to go to the doctor.

went straight in the morning, limping like a disable freak (same thing happened the night earlier while i struggled to watch Underworld Evolution, fuan had free tickets, IT WAS A VERY DISAPPOINTING SHOW and to point out, PAINFULLY DISAPPOINTING)

had a sandwich when in the clinic, doctor touched my leg, i screamed, he told me i needed a blood test, ask me whether i ate anything, i said the sandwich, he said i should fast, i need to go back the next day, he suggested a full blood test since they are having a promotion anyway only RM 75, i said "sure" might as well face the facts that i'm obese with hypertension and a possible diabetic anyway (the usual malaysian stuff).

so what better last meal to have before i start fasting then McDonalds!

chicken foldover (just to feel a but healthier) value meal LARGE (okay i'm just kidding myself)

stay tuned to find out if i really have gout.......same blog.....same crap