I am sick... Down with flu, fever, having a sore-throat and all the usual stuff... Bleh. But very strangely, my appetite remains surprisingly the same... In fact, it my stomach seems to be working even better. So is my palette. Damn.
In the initial stages of my dreadful flu, I got to say I was rather pleased about falling sick. I havn't been so sick in a few months already. Not ever since I waved my last goodbye to that B747 aircraft and its infamous idiotic "driver", who had issues with everyone's command of the English language. He made sure that he corrects you and you agree with it. Ironically, he doesn't even sound ten miles close to a fake amoh.
Pardon me on this... Though I may have just scored a low B3 in English during my "O" levels and never attempted GP before, but I could easily tell that he has serious problems in his use of the language grammatically. Which wasn't all so bad, well... if it was not that it was also heavily accented in Tamil too. But well, he was afterall the "driver". We were not about to risk our lives disagreeing about the flaws in the way he speaks, and at the same time provoking what already seems like an obviously flawed personality too. Nodding heads at an idiot isn't so hard, especially when everyone agrees that he is one.
Opps, sorry for the side-track. Haha. Memories of a last flight are so important, yet it was tainted by an asshole "driver". I am so not getting over it.
Anyway, I guess saved from an irregular lifestyle, I became a much much healthier person after I left SQ. Of course, I've got to give credits to the regular dosage of Vitamin C drinks that Kelly-san had got for me from Franfurt! Falling sick grew so unfamiliar gradually.
New is always nice. FINALLY falling uncontrollably ill did seem interesting at the early hours of my sleepless Monday morning. But "interesting" did not last long enough to stop me from whining about the poor fate of my conjested respiratory system. Now I remember that falling sick is NOT funny at all. *Shakes Heads*
My whole head feels very pressurized from the bulk of fluids in it now. I am so tempted to poke a tube up my swollen nose and see if the mucus does flow out. The pressure in my head is giving me a very hard time trying to concentrate or even write properly. I can't decide which is worse, my sleeping problems or the flu. Coupling both, it feels like my body is just joining all forces to hold a strike against me now. I am so, so NOT enjoying this. Yucks. I wish I'd just become miraculously healed tomorrow. Please let me feel better tomorrow ok?
Nevertheless, these two days had been really nice in a sweet way. I realise that it is always the simplest things in life that touches my heart most. All it takes are a few thoughtful gestures to brighten up my day :o) Like cutting up my food so I need not struggle with it, or just getting a burger for me when I have not eaten. It doesn't take a gentleman to do all those. Throw in some initiativeness and thoughtfulness, plant a smile on my face, and I'm a goner. Common gestures you may say, but I am like super HAPPY already!!
