So, the awwitz returns from the horrors of hospitalization...

It was a very stirring event in my life; my sight was impeded by the strength of the anesthesia and no one could be more feeble and lazy. My entire mind was blank and I only felt the cold air of the room, a private one. I couldn't open my eyes for a few seconds without feeling nauseated by the swirling shapes and the abnormal hues and shades of the objects around me. I heard my mother speak somewhere within the room, and I knew that with her was my father. I was not alone after all. Was that supposed to be comforting?

Two days later, on February 25 (Eastern date), I was sent home. And at that time, I didn't give a damn about anything at all. My favorite food was given to me in relatively small amounts because of the fact that I had an abdominal operation, but I didn't even eat a fraction of it. I only ate when my mother eventually flared up. The whole week was a groggy mix of headches and stomachaches. I even had heartache. I spent most of my time in bed, and though the TV was miraculously set in my room, with the PS2 at my hoof, I just turned a cold shoulder and slept. I haven't touched my PS2 for the whole duration of my house-arrest.

It was like I lost my will to live. Everyone was texting and calling me, wishing me a healthy life ahead but I didn't care. I didn't take a bath for 4 days, and I stank like omega-stink goo from Planet Grooeeekkoieut. I was delusional, I was helpless.

But now I'm back and ready for the next level! Expect more from the awwitz. God bless you!