Of Toilet rolls and the one-eyed monster

I used to crave being sick. I loved the attention. People would ask you how you were, help you run errands and all you had to do was lie in bed reading the library book you never had time to read.

Not now.

I fell ill on Thurday night. At first it was only an irritating running nose. Then it got so bad I had to keep an entire roll on my bed while risking suffocation by the balls of used toilet paper. In fact I suspect that over half the dustbin was filled up by the muscus-laden bombs when I finally gathered enough strength to actually clear my bed.

Then I started shivering. Even with the fan on, my friends were perspiring like pigs. I knew then that something was not right. Changing into long 4, I felt a little warmer but definitely not better. I poped a Panadol. By this time a few of my friends were already asking if I was alright. I considered giving a witty answer, found my brain too fuddled up and settled on shaking my head side to side.

Sleep did not come easy. More often than not I sneezed or coughed myself awake. There was also the ever present dull ache of my entire body. I feared that should my friend not stop his sleep-talking I would never catch a wink. The night wore on, dark, cold and altogether, very unpleasant.

I felt much better today. The fever had gone but I still felt weak,something I did not find hard to do since my total meal consumption consisted of two bowls of tau suan for lunch and three fishballs for dinner. Should I keep this diet up, I sure some slimming company would want me to be their ambassador sooner or later.

The one-eyed monster has nothing to do for this entry though.I could fabricate a stroy if you like.