Chequie,

Woke up pretty late and rushed to the hospital. I was shabbily dressed and was practically sleeping in the waiting room. The psychiatrist's pretty cool, and good-looking. He was very nice to me, asking me to lay out everything in my mind. My sore throat contributed to my husky voice, making me sound like a transsexual. -.- He even joked that I'm schizophrenic because from the things I talked to him about, it mainly describes me being in my own world. But blah, he's joking.

What can mild depression do to you? I didn't ask him any further though it seriously concerns me. I don't wanna sound stupid, though I already am. But curiosity kills the cat.

Ooh. And he asked me whether I prefer therapy talks instead of medication because the medication that he prescribed is mainly for the 'elderly' (20 yrs and above) and my cases are very rare. Shocked again.

Okay. That is all. Good luck for Physics paper tomorrow.