On the 2nd day of CNY, I had lunch with my distant relatives. A group of people whom my parents probably have not met before as well.

I drank a little too much – bottoms up 4 glasses of red wine.

And I started puking all over when I left the restaurant. I wasn’t that drunk as I could bring myself to the toilet and I did remember that I have a train to catch in the evening.

So, I tried very hard to keep myself sober, packed my luggage and insisted on taking the train.

Thankfully, I made it to the station on time though i was feeling really terrible.

Somehow, I felt so stressful, lonely and disappointed in myself when I stood by the platform.

It was cold and as the chilly wind blew against me, I broke down into tears but I managed to calm myself down just before the train stopped in front of me.

During the train journey, I felt so nausea and puked twice – there wasn’t anything left to puke and therefore, it was my gastric juices.

At that moment, I knew I wasn’t drunk. I supposed I had gastric flu.

I pulled myself together and endured till Shanghai. Luckily, I got a friend to pick me up from the train station and drove me to the hospital.

And there, I got my fair share of the drip. 2 bottles.