By the time i boarded the train, i had started feeling somewhat faint and giddy as well. Again, nothing new, but still a tad alarming given the context (I was waiting for a train, not recovering from a long run). The ride to my stop felt like it was taking forever, and meanwhile i kept on thinking that i wanted something ice-cold to drink. Also, i wanted to get out of the train as soon as possible since there i was, one fella sweating away, while the rest were happily relaxing in the air-conditioned train.
Once my train finally arrived at Bras Basah station, i made a beeline for the nearest 7-Eleven (Well initially i wanted to get an ice blended from Coffee Bean but at least i was still thinking straight enough to calculate in my head that i could satisfy the craving at less than half the price of an ice blended by just rounding the corner and getting a slurpee instead). So that's what i did, and decided to get an overpriced pastry as well. Felt like things were back to normal soon after getting a sip of the slurpee.
When i got home, i did a quick internet check based on the symptoms, and the general consensus seems to be hypoglycemia (i.e. low blood sugar). I'm somewhat skeptical of this internet self-diagnosis though. That's because while i didn't have a proper meal until just now, i definitely had more than my fair share of sugar (thanks to Teachers' Day, practically every snack item in my possession has lots of sugar in it). So maybe i'll have to put it down to a spiritual attack? Nah...
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