2006, when the whole family came down with an unknown severe stomach illness, that in hindsight we believe it may have been Norovirus but we aren't sure. Everyone got ill within 24 hours, I had the worst stomach pains ever, couldn't stop stuffting water, came out of the bathroom and fainted. Kept throwing up afterwards, was so thirsty but I couldn't stand sipping a drink so I kept guzzling it and throwing it up. D:
Late 2009, get an ingrown toenail that doesn't shift. Carry around a painful infection until late 2010 where I had to have surgery. I hate needles, two of them are injected into the toe below where the nail goes into the skin. Because it is just skin and bone, it hurts like forget. Sit there for 10 minutes feeling movement of pushing, I can't feel whats going on but I know its the podiatrist jamming a knife to cut a couple of millimeters off the both sides of the nail and rip it out of its nail bed. D:
2010 September, its Friday night. I go to bed excited for the weekend, the weekday was stuff. I suddenly wake up at about 4:30 in the morning. Swear my bed moved, I assume its just one of those things when you jolt yourself awake. I figure I still have 4 hours of sleep left before I need to wake up, so I grab the covers and lay on my side. Suddenly a massive roaring rumble, my bed violently throwing me around. Everything in the room moving left and right by several centimeters, toppling and falling over. I sit up. My cupboard with the sliding doors are moving around, opening and closing themselves, throwing out clothes and CDs and boxes. It sounds like a jet engine right above the roof. I can hear crashing and smashing. Then the lights flicker. Its like a strobe. Until suddenly its dark. I can't see stuff but I'm still moving around, I'm too confused as I've only been awake for a moment. Then my mother sticks her head in and just says "earthquake". We run as a family under the table and just sit there in the dark huddled together, I can't believe what is going on but I'm picturing everyone outside and whats going on in town. Later we find out it was a 7.1 mag earthquake very near by, very shallow. Spend the next two days without power, the water is polluted and may have been tainted with sewerage from burst pipes, so we have to boil water.
February 2011, just thinking life is better again. Its lunch time, my best friend is at a university doing a study programme our highschool has. My school is 4 stories high and in the center of town, thats what makes it so awesome. Some students are around town, at cafes, eating lunch. Its almost 1PM and time to come back, some teachers are going to strike and I can't be forgeted staying around. I sign myself out, get permission to leave and do work at home for the rest of the day. I get on the bus and endure a trip home, about 50 minutes later I am near home... only 10 minutes to go. We pull into a shopping mall, some crazy bitch runs out in front of the bus and we brake. As the bus stops, its moving... up and down. I stand up. People are running out of the mall. A lamp post is moving up and down like its bobbing in water, the ground rolling. After a while it stops. stuff. The bus walkie-talkies have people screaming and crying. Uh oh. My father is in town. Very soon we realize a massive earthquake had hit below the city, a 6.3 mag aftershock. Buses were crushed. Buildings collapsed. The iconic cathedral of the city collapsed. All my favorite streets and buildings destroyed. A hotel I was looking at before I left, which I would see out the window every day, is leaning and was on the verge of collapse. Soon we would learn just over 100 people were killed. THE WORST PART IS THERE ARE STILL AFTERSHOCKS. Just last week I was woken up by a 5.1 quake in a field a few KM away. D:
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