germs

I hate being sick. Well, I loved being sick when I was still in school. It was the only way to dodge certain exams and assignments. And menopausal teachers. And school plays. And embarrassing dance thingies. I remember playing a sunflower with really green tights when I was in grade school. The horror! Anyway, I digress again.

This is the first time (as far as I remember) I've gotten sick here in Manila. Been here for almost 2 years already. I don't usually get sick.

Being sick suckkss!!! I'm always surrounded by tissue paper - used and unused. I've gotten used to guessing which ones hold surprises and stuff. I can't sleep. Mostly because I can't breathe if I sleep. So, unless I want to choke on mucous (death by mucous is just pointless), I have to get up every few minutes to do jumping jacks. Oddly, it clears my nasal passage for a few minutes. But I can't do jumping jacks when I have a fever. And the cough makes it hard to count. And it also makes it doubly hard to swallow food stuff (But I still eat like a pig). So.. I can't sleep and breathe. The lack of oxygen also makes me delirious. I also have to drink some medicine. I hate medicines. They make me deaf. I already have inferior hearing abilities. Now, I have to deal with lip reading. In conclusion, I look and feel like shit.

There's a good side though. I'm allowed to whine like a baby. I don't have to report for work (This also sucks though. Now, I have a shitload of work to do.). Marian made me soup. Awesome. I can just pig out in my underwear. I don't have to take a bath. And I can catch up on my movies.

But still.. being sick suuuccckkkssss..