I am left to rot at home. Parents are out and only a mearge portion of my time today is spend with my feet on the ground. I am left, elevated, on a bed, lying..lying. And the most interesting thing to stare at is the ceiling.
Strangely, and amusingly. the water tactic (as Ive mentioned in the previous post) is so effective that it is almost (if not totally) nulified the sore throat. (at least I do NOT flinch at intervals of several seconds whenevr saliava trickles down). Which is good.
But now, I am suffering from a fever. I never measured the extent of this fever but I believe it's mild. It's more of a cold,fever and it ain't serious. But still, I find myself walking like a jelly, thinking like a jelly and I feel so jellyfied all over. My muscles do not respond efficiently, neither do they obey every single command I give and worst of all, they hurt for no reason. My entire body is tensed, and Im flinching from random, out of the blue, sharp pierces of coldness. It's like living in Singapore, but a blizzard is brewing within. How conflicting.
I never found the determination to do anything to do today. Mindless woolgathering, emoing all in one place, in one location and with my eyes forever fixed on that lonesome ceiling. I still cannot get over the dizzyness as I set my feet on the ground.
I believe, I had never narrated (or exaggerated) how sick I was, never. And that reminds me, I am currently breaking into the frontiers of the 500+ postcount of my blog.
Physically dead and mentally not much better. School is reopening once again soon and we will have to face a physics spa the moment we get back, (not very nice eh). assignments are pilling up (I reap what I sow), alevels are drawing nearer and nearer and I might only have myself to blame. What pityful me.
I must get well soon. My family is watching a movie tonight, CJ7 and they have already booked the tickets. (yes, mine included). I have no choice but to buff myself up for the show tonight. Afterall, I am not exactly prepared to go anywhere >5m radius away from bed.
Some exaggerations here and there in this post. I'm not that dead. (considering I still can get online and type this post).
It's now time to consider my options.
1) sleep
2) sleep
I guess my fate has been sealed.
Good night.
I want to believe stress is a motivator.
My 2 brothers are taking their grade 7 n 5 exams in the coming one or two months. All the best!
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