Tuesday, June 29, 2010
When You're Sick
You know what's the best part of being sick, knowing that you will only get better. In the meantime, I'm celebrating. Let the drinks flow!Okay of course the picture's not this rosy. I'm just being optimistic. I've got many other side effects to deal with. I can celebrate, provided I get past;
1) My one blocked nostril
Seems like if it unblocks itself, it's only for a couple of seconds. So right now, I live my life depending on half my nose.
2) Not being able to smell anything
Yes this feels like crap. My brother came home and remarked, "What's that nice smell?!" Uh... I've been home 10 minutes. There is no nice smell. There is no smell!
3) Looking like some beat up ninja with a cold pack wrapped around my head and some tissue up my nose
See I don't mind, because the stuffed nostril is actually not working, it's blocked. It's just that, it makes it hard for me to drink you know. I feel like an elephant. Know why? Because every time I drink, I have to make sure one end of the tissue doesn't stick into my cup. This sounds disgusting, and I assure you it is.
4) Losing strength
I hardly feel like a 100%. I'm holding on to poles, tables, chairs, whatever I can grab to steady myself. Pretty soon my mother will be suspecting that I've been drinking because I walk like a drunkard.
5) My head hurting
This one's really bad. I feel like I'm being squeezed from all sides. This is probably the worse out of all the bad stuff. The worst of the worse! You know what the worst thing is? That I type a post like this when I get this sick. It's not me. It's my head!
6) Throat like sandpaper
Especially if I wake up in the morning, there's no moisture in there and if I cough or yawn, feels like I'm splitting my throat, like I'm tearing my head from my neck. It goes "urghh!!!!" and it splits and I become a version of Nearly Headless Nick.
I feel like a light bulb, a really hot one. I'm the heat-radiating centre of the world, in the bus, on the train, at the office. I'm a hot spot on the satellite image, just an image of Singapore and not Indonesia. I feel like a burning tree. My nose is on fire. And clearly I'm not thinking straight because here I am, whining, right here.
Forgive me.
Mr Darcy: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
7:42 PM.
7:42 PM.