Been sick for the past 2 weeks. Went to the Doc's last week, and even after completing my meds, I was still feeling feverish, and yes, I was still coughing my lungs out.
Felt the worst on Wednesday night when I got back home from work. My entire body was scorching hot (no pun intended) but I was shivering. That could only mean one thing; my temperature's shot up!
To make things worse, I was simultaneously having a throbbing headache. Not to mention, my right heel was literally killing me (i tip-toed all the way home can?!) and yes, I was coughing my lungs out!
Oh, and you're about to blame my smoking for the cough, don't! I've already done my best to cut down on the number of sticks I light up! FYI, the pack of ciggies sitting on the side of my bed has lasted me for more than 2 days, and there's still 8 sticks left! Yes, a friggin' miracle indeed!
Anyway, I was feeling so crappy that after I took a shower, I popped 6 panadols (yes, S-I-X!) and immediately went to bed! I only woke up this afternoon at around 3, but not for long.
I soon fell asleep again and woke up at 10, with my tummy grumbling like the mad man from Borneo!
After my shower, I met up with Matt for supper at Boat Quay. The boy's in an emotional turmoil right now, so decided to be there for him. He has yet to tell me what's been troubling him for the past 2 days, but I'm sure he has his reasons. Whatever the case, hope he'll feel better tomorrow (erm, today actually).
How nice... It's 10 days away to my birthday and I'm sick as a puppy. Damn it!
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