My body hasn’t been responding well to almost everything post-Europe. The fever has been climbing up and down at its whims, the nose is blocked – which then forces me to breathe through my mouth when I sleep – which leads to a badly sore throat, and the throat alone has been capable of making me cough and urge to puke at the same time for the past 2 days. Imagine my agony when all of that happens in a MRT train where I’ve zero tissue left in the bag, and not a plastic bag in sight. I’ve since carried a bigger bag around these days for the just in cases.
Staying home becomes the no.1 preferred activity.
Some colleagues at work (and the husband) have been wondering if its symptoms of preggy, which I highly doubt – considering that I’ve not missed a cycle yet and the symptoms seems to be spelling something else, which I shan’t go on since the husband has sort of forbidden me to talk rot of my health condition. He’s been a little upset with the poor slate of health lately and wished that he could do more to ease my misery. While I know I haven’t exactly been the healthiest kid around, the motion of having to take my temperature every morning and remembering to sleep in a certain posture so that I would avoid breathing through my mouth to aggravate my throat further is starting to irk me.I also realized that it affects my mood at work and play, I get easily agitated at every little thing, only to the realization some 5 mins later that I shouldn’t be taking it out on the people I love.
Perhaps a MJ bag and a clean bill of health to end 2008 and start 2009 is in order. 🙂
Ok…maybe just a clean bill of health will do.