Going through both physical and emotional turmoil currently.
To summarise what happened, I went to Philippines, healthy but came back battered and sick.

I am definitely not complaining. If someone asks me whether i regret going for this OCIP, i will answer with a definite "no."

I landed just yesterday midnight but had to head to the A&E immediately because i couldn't even walk. Had to be pushed around in a wheelchair.
I'm not sure what caused the various infected wounds around my legs and the soles of my feet. Even the doctor wasn't sure. My guess is that the environment and water caused some of the bites and cuts on my legs to be infected badly.

The physical pain is definitely excruciating. Even at home i dread standing up and going to the toilet.

But what makes me stronger or even appear to be optimistic is the impact of this on the people around me. Putting myself in the shoes of my parents. Seeing their daughter go overseas in a healthy state but back, limping with unsightly legs. It's painful for me to see them worry. & also some of the BHBH8 members who were constantly looking out for me and showing concern as i go through this ordeal.

Currently, I'm still getting used to waking up in the morning realising that I'm not with the same 18 people. The sudden wave of loneliness is definitely overwhelming.
I really do miss the BHBH8 team a lot and i hope the closely knitted bonds from the past 20 days would not dissipate.