Life is good the way it is, but I would not say no to BETTER!
:)
With a couple of birthday celebrations in tow at the start of the year, and my impromptu trip to Bangkok with the bestie, the first quarter was definitely fun and fruitful.
I started coughing a few days after my birthday / before my trip to Bangkok, and the cough never seem to have gotten better.
Fast forward a little, and I fell really ill last week.
it was like Wham!
I was down with fever. It was an unusual, crippling sort of fever that I am unaccustomed to.
I'm usually the sort of girl who'll still be running around town even if i'm sick or feverish.
Well, like I said, it is really different this time round.
My system crashed.
It was 4 days worth of fever, drugs and sleep.
I have always thought that I was good at sleeping for long stretches, yet falling so ill, totally reinvented the term "sleeping for long stretches".
I could not do anything, aside from sleeping, I was too sick to function.
I barely ate. Surviving mostly on liquid.
I guess it was lucky that DL was around because I wasn't functioning at all.
He lugged me to the doctor (because *sheesh* doctors are for the weak)
Spoke to the doctor on my behalf ( I was barely functional seated on the chair inhaling and exhaling for the doctor to probe and diagnose )
Bought lunch and stuffed it into my system,
lugged me home, and forced me to eat my medication, and seriously the cycle repeats pretty much.
It was wake up, eat meds, food, throw up, and lots of sleep x 4 days
Basically le bf was my personal nurse for 4 whole days.
My fever was so bad that mommy and DLwas beginning to suspect that I'm suffering from a case of Dengue.
I was so close to going back to the doctors to get blood test, and a jab for fever, despite my fear for needles.
Luckily things took a turn for the better.
I guess it was just the cough blowing out of proportion.
So drama.
After 4 days of lousy appetite and I realised that my shorts are noticeably looser than they need to be.
The minute I became better, le boyfriend brought me out to eat a buffet.
I was eating and eating and always hungry. It is as if I am making up for lost time.
It's been barely a week, and I've whacked up 2 buffets to date.
I reckon that the weight has been piled back since, at the rate I am eating.
May I not be THIS sick ever again!
Thank you very much.
That yellow pill in the picture is the grossest invention ever!
It's apparently an antibiotics meant particularly for respiratory infections.
It made me sicker than I need to be, left a bad taste at the back of my tongue, caused nausea, and in general caused food aversion.
Well I am So happy to be done with medication and fever!
Just minimal coughing and phlegm.
Life is good, but I won't say no to BETTER!
