Sick Day

As some of you may know, I was terribly sick during the past few days. By terrible I mean, severe headache, burning body, sudden unstoppable shivering, insomnia, cough and flu.

At times, there will be this tormenting torturous moment where I will shiver frantically and yet I swear I could set myself on fire if I continue to wrap myself completely with blankets. So I was cold and covering myself in blanket is not only not a viable option, but in some ways making me feel worse, great, total FML. What's more! My situation got worse during the weekends, an DOCTORS DO NOT FREAKING WORK on weekends. Well at least not the NHS GP. If you don't know what's NHS all you have to know that it's free consultation for us students, I know I'm cheap like that, but I think consultation here would cost you a bomb here lor.

So anyway, I survived that 2 days which seems like forever, with some medications that works periodically, and also my friends who were really really nice to help me out. Laurence if you're ever reading this, hahaha, I'm sorry for not finishing your congee and throwing it away instead XD well I really wanted to finish it you see, but apparently the sickness has deterred me from thinking and acting wisely, hence the imprudent action of mine :D

I have never been this sick before, and definitely did not suffer as much as well. It constantly reminded me of the love and care I used to take granted for. Whenever I was sick, there will be someone buying/cooking delicious congee for me, someone forcing, or rather reminding me to take my medicines because I'm such an anal when it comes to taking meds. At that point of time, the only place I want to be is home, to be taken care of like a carefree baby, or at least to have someone shed some love to ease the pain I'm going through.

But deep down I know this is not possible, it's the part and parcel of the challenge I have to fight here. Learning to be independent, learning to take care of myself, or even just learning to take medicine properly. I am not saying I enjoy this process, heck no of course, but it's just the price I have to pay to be stronger and tougher. Because at the end of the day, whenever my parents need me, I will be there to feed them the congee and shower them with the care and love they long for.