sick me

i got sick yesterday... i mean, aside from the usual mental illnesses, yup! it is an actual event. (well obviously i can't think of anything better to say and i'm naturally bored at work.)

i can't really remember the last time i was that sick. i by 'that' i mean high fever that you actually feel the heat emanating from your body, chills - even when you're sweating profusely being wrapped tight in who-cares-how-many sweaters and jackets, unexplainable bodyache, headache, dry coughs and, the ultimate sign of illness, lack of appetite. the last sickness i had i just vomitted everything i ate for the 2 days (that's actually just one meal as the usual 'days' go by with me) then i was okey. that was what... last year?

my being sick seemed to amuse my sister who suddenly began poking at me with a thermometer and giving me medicine well-aware of my 'sensitive' reactions to medication. i mean, do i really need to take at least three types/brands of paracetamol to get well? plus the fact that i hate taking tablets especially when you wake me up from a hard to get state of catatonia.

anyway, i still usually go to work when i am sick. its part of that martyr/i'm-trying-to-kill-myself mentality i'm unusually fond of. but yesterday of all days, the call in hotline at work is not working leading to a very frustrating and nerve wracking evening. i thought of going to the office ust to say i can't make it but how stupid is that?

actually, i was feeling guilty not coming to work especially these days when FINALLY, weeks after i was transferred to this (quality control) department, i had something to do and i knew beforehand that someone from our dept has already taken the same day off for vacation leave. its a sickness, my conscience is crazier than i am.

after the whole hoola-baloo of the advising and admitting that, yes, i am human, i get sick. i went back to bed and tried to fall back to sleep. keyword is TRIED. after midnight and the crazy alarm (sister) saying i have to take my medicine, i gave up, sat up in bed and did what i usually do when i am sick: clean my room.

i'm still sick, slightly. although the fever is gone and all the outwardly signs of vulnerability has diminished in the glare of harsh sunlight and an hour or so of watching blues clues, i got the colds once again (as if i even missed it to begin with). and being less sick than i was yesterday i feel as if i'm already okey.

so back to work! (with an early detour to maridel's with leux, emsi and jamapi - whom i/we met last saturday) and as the jokes of 'sheena, tao ka pala!' and 'tinatablan ka pala ng sakit!' wore off, almost everyone is asking me why i didn't take today off too. well, sorryyy...

but maybe i should have taken their exaggeratedly late advice. (guys, don't tell me not to come to work when i'm already in the office and we're supposed to be having the pre-shift meeting.) after a few hours in this freezing cube, i'm feeling sick again...

oh well!