of poor health
Friday, February 1, 2008
It started two days ago, an illness that I caught much to my displeasure. First it was the heat, the immense body heat that kept me perspiring throughout the day. Then came the fatigue, drowning me in a well of exhaustion. Despite the tiredness however, I would be kept up for hours at night in bed, unable to fall into a sleep, and tossing around in bed with drowsiness.
Finally the worst of it all, a record 2 boxes of kleenex and 3 packets of tissues spent on my worst runny nose. Sneezes were wet, coughs were dry, eyes were tearing and the headaches were torture. When the year began, I found myself not having to bring along tissue packets when I went out, causing me to infer that perhaps the days of my runny noses were long gone.
Maybe it all accumulated till now. As I pen down this blog post, my muscles ache like a marathon newbie, my head seems to weigh like a ton as my neck cranes under its stress. My spine too, and I'd easily think I fell one storey too high. No sports for me for now.
No, there is no overly dramatic descriptions of my illness here, what I write is true and goshdarn aching. Few of you would know what it's like to blow your nose, until the nose turns sore and red.
But aside from all my pains, I still have some light hearted things to relate. A hectic tuesday passes by after 9 hours of school, (tuesdays run from 8am to 5pm) and ignoring the teeny tiny complaining of fatigue in my brain, I joined Cheryl's primary school friends for a dinner at Tampines Mall. Before that however, the commute home to buy Joseph's dinner, and to bathe and change, was a freakishly 1hour and 10 minutes ride.
I rushed frantically to make the meeting time, obviously late by about half an hour. I find that I make a bigger fuss of being late rather than others coming late. Anyways, it was only two guys from her primary school, free from hectic stress of daily life due to the absence of PAE for them.
I went along masquerading as Cheryl's cousin, Marcus, interested to know what her 6 year suitor, Desmond, was like. The other guy was Carlo, a Filipino PR here. We settled on the ever boring Pasta Mania, of which I swear never again to patronise twice in a month. The linguini Prawn Aglio was done too slipshod, with little flavour due to their rushy dinner peak.
But the company was fun, except for a pretty much quiet Desmond, Carlo was a riot with his racist jokes. If you happen to be seeing me sometime soon, remind me to regale some of them.
By 9pm, I was pooped, half falling asleep between conversations. Maybe my body was running on what little energy I had left, and the days that followed till now made me pay the hefty price. By the way I skipped school today, and left early for wednesday and thursday, too sick to possibly absorb anything in class. The auditorium and lecture theatre would have frozen me to death anyways.
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I leave on the 5th for Australia, taking early leave from school again for the brief break of Chinese New Year to go overseas in the spanking new A380. I hope I recover by then, or not my parents are gonna be really pissed on spending for a lousy holiday with me sickly.
Will spam all the pictures I take overseas, and can't wait to return to this scorcher of an island.
Cheers
penned by joel at 11:54 AM
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