i hate being sick

i really really really hate being sick. ok, who likes it ya? it's been almost a year to the day when i got dengue fever. and had a scare sunday when the temp started going up again. i cannot afford to get dengue again, in more ways than one. i think it began with an unknown cause of a sore throat on saturday (thought it may be cos i was yelling at my choir all night in my dreams. it's true.) anyway, then, sunday, woke up with body aches all over. ow. dragged myself to church to fulfil my duties, although i would have very gladly stayed in bed. i'm such a responsible little ****. anyway, supposed to do grocery shopping but i decided i couldn't stand it anymore. went home. took panadol and slept.

horrible night. couldn't watch my world cup. sigh. even though i was waking up every other hour to go pee, cos of drinking too much water. a necessary evil. i was up at 2am and i saw the neighbours lights on. italy won. 5-3. geez. that is a BIG score. i expected smaller numbers.

anyway, monday. still woozy. felt ok in the morning, but temp was still up. bye bye to my chalet. with me and duan hui just recovering, there's no point going sentosa with half of us not fully charged. never mind. there's always next year. anyway, hung round at home and dosed myself with panadol. and in the evening, the temp went back to normal BUT guess what. i started sneezing like crazy. which is worse? cough, cold, or fever? i pick cold. sneeze and sneeze and the nose running like a tap. had to pull out of the meeting with dawn and khoo.

yup. much better today. like, 85% charged. thank god it's not dengue. blog more next time.



mood: cold
listening to: complicated - avril lavigne