consequences of being a good samaritan

last monday, my sister got an unusual set of allergies. she suddenly started a commotion inside the bathroom while i was starting to write a paper thats long been past the deadline. so i rushed and saw the monstrous patches on different parts of her body, after iv been hearing the yucks, eews, kadiris, ang kati s ..

the doctor in me rose up to the challenge. i tried some tested remedies to soothe her pain, calling the maid to bring me several stuff like vinegar, gloves and cubes of ice, and ordering them to change our bedsheets and towels immediately. i actually have no specific plan in mind. all i know is that someone told me that vinegar is effective in removing the itchiness that my sister has been wailing about.

soon after came a shocked face after handing her a bottle of vinegar. i received this what-are-you-trying-to-do?-this-is-stupid look. she must be thinking that her weird sister is trying to kill her. so, i helped her clean up. then i realized that i also got infected. i started to see pantals on my shoulders and neck. a few went up to my face. now i could imagine myself as Raven in one of her episodes or Will Smith in the movie, Hitch, where my face's all swollen, resembling some red-colored thing like a red balloon or something to that sort. i could feel myself scratching whenever i see my sister.

the consequences of trying to be a good samaritan. i guess all these remedies didn't work. i haven't even started writing the paper again. and up to now, im still trying to find the source of all this monstrosity.

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i have to enroll myself tomorrow and i still dont have a sensible sked.