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Paid for the Weekend with my Health

This whole week has been HORRIBLE! 

There's always at least once a year that I would fall SO SICK that I would be rendered bed-bound until I can get back on my feet again. And it's not necessarily the same illness every year. But this year, the FLU came to me like a tornado. 

How it began...

Well, where do I even begin? I guess I have been playing kite with falling sick since the beginning of July. This whole month, it's been touch and go with migraine one moment, cold the next, sorethroat right after and who could forget my sprained ankle (a touch of clumsiness to top it all off). So I've been in and out of the clinic every so often and every single time, I've managed to 'curb' my falling sicker. That is until last weekend.

I had one of THE BEST weekends with my friends Alphatin, Jasper and Rocku doing movie marathons at a HOTEL courtesy of Alphatin's brother. On Saturday I went swimming, had loads of laughs, watched movie after movie, slept in the wee small hours of the morning; and it was all fine and dandy until I started having a tickle at the back of my throat. *cough cough*

Then Alphatin's brother said we could stay an extra night at the hotel and go to work from there on Monday. So off we went to enjoy our Sunday. With hardly any sleep, we went for a wedding of a friend of Jasper's, went to my house to pick up work clothes, went to Alphatin's house to get hers, ate some durian with glutinous rice courtesy of Alphatin's mama, get caught in the rain, started the marathon and the next thing you know, my voice was changing and the coughing was more persistent. 

That night I slept in a fit! Cursing the temperature rise, shivering my arse off and practically wrapping myself in the duvet so tightly, no air could get out! And that was it. I had high fever. 

THIS fever lasted TWO FRIGGIN' DAYS! And then on I tried going to work on the third day. BIG MISTAKE! I barely lasted the whole day and by Thursday, I went to work and shortly caved in. I COULDN'T BREATHE!! Alphatin and Makbed were online with me and they kept telling to go for another check up with the doctor. Thankfully the doctor said, "Go home. You won't be able to do anything in your office coz the air cond is making it worse!". So I went home and almost immediately after swallowing the meds, I konked out like a stone. 

It doesn't end there. The moment I wake up, *cough cough*, *sniffles sniffles*, *COUGH COUGH*. And it totally disturbed with my sleeping. Let's just say, I DIDN'T AT ALL...

So today, I decided my health is more important than trying to force myself to work. -END-


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