I’m writing this on 09 December 2025 (Tuesday), and… I have no idea what I did this entire week. My memory is like a blank page that refuses to load. But when I checked my focus-time app, I noticed something funny—every session was tagged under work.

And in my world, work means only one thing: I was writing. Probably buried somewhere inside the story of Rural Stethoscope.

In this week, I fell sick too. I had cold, cough, the worst headache, body pain so bad that even getting up felt like a battle. Weakness took over everything. And just to make things extra dramatic, all this happened during my periods—so add back pain and cramps to the list. I even had a little chest pain for some reason. Apart from all of these, one thing which scare me is that something red like. Yeah, I didn’t tell anybody but I want to let it out. During those days, I felt sick and when I vomited, there was something red. I hope that is not what I think… I hope it’s not blood. It should not be. Although it was in a small amount, it should not be blood. I was scared and quickly flushed out before anyone saw it.

I didn’t have a to-do list.
Not written, not digital.

So yeah… that’s all I remember from this week. Just me, my scattered memory, and a story.

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