I was complete fine until about 5 days ago. I do not get sick often. Yes, I mean it. I am not your typical girlie girl that get feverish or get tummy aches just after eating food that went bad or after getting rained on a little. I have a strong immune system. My body is used to all the bacteria I take in daily. I don't normally get colds or fevers or flus or anything. And even if I did get under attack germs and viruses, I don't visit Mr. An Apple A Day. I'd just chuck down two of those white things that reliefs headaches. Yes smartass, panadol. I consider myself getting sick an annual thing. So I guess the time of the year has arrived. Yeepee?
I had a minor cold. You know just the common cold, running nose, sore and itching throat, the constant sneezing and watery eyes. After the third day, I know everything was about to end. When suddenly the universe just decides to rain on my parade. I mean that literally. I literally got rained on. So that very same night, I got the fever.
So weak, getting cold and feeling lethargic all the time really is not my thing. I don't even know what I can or cannot and should or should not do when I'm sick. Don't tell me I'm stupid because this is the basics and general knowledge, I am not a fking NURSE. Why don't you go build a fking computer using carbon nanotubes. That's basics for some kind of engineering, no?
Anyway back to my story. I wouldn't say I'm totally clueless about being a sickie. But having such a wonderful boyfriend that attends to your every need, it just makes you want to know nothing at all. With him around, maybe being sick is not such a bad thing after all. I get more hugs and kisses. And not to mention hot chocolates and chicken soup in bed.
Unfortunately, today should be my last day being a sickie. Thanks to you, I feel so much better. Thanks for treating me like a princess and always doing whatever you can to make me happy.
Thank you for loving me.