sickbed blues

i'm sick. and i'm sick of being sick. what started out as a niggling sore throat last friday night turned into a full-blown headache accompanied by body pains a day later. i had the 'shakes' in the office later that night, and by sunday i was totally horizontal. to add insult to injury, my tonsils became inflamed.

despite the loss of taste and appetite, i struggled to finish a single pandesal, generously dipped in coffee (to alleviate its passage down my swollen throat as i rammed it in with a glass of water), just so i could take my medication. the headache i could deal with, but the pain in my throat worsened; even the simple act of swallowing became excruciatingly painful.

fortunately, my sister, who had been on this road so many times before, advised me to take a heavy dose of antibiotics. by monday afternoon i had my first solid meal (and what a relief that was) although my taste buds were still a little rusty. it encouraged me to move around and i actually began to take interest in my surroundings.

the thing that i hate most about being sick is that makes me apathetic and listless; it dulls away my enthusiasm for many things. the whole set-up — you lying helplessly in bed and too wrapped up in your pain to think of anything else — is enough to make you despair. i was wondering what to do to motivate myself to actually report for work the next day — when suddenly my celfon buzzed.

Message (from our SUPV): "ok ur excused 2day but try 2 report 4 work tom bcoz ur work is piling up. i cant assign it to somebody else bcoz theyre all busy too."

how's that for motivation?

i was inclined to be huffy at first, until i realized that it was exactly what i needed to perk up my flagging spirits: it would crank me up to function near my usual level, and it would stop me from moping around and getting too caught up on my sorry state of health. and frankly, i'm getting sick (pardon the pun) and tired of staring at the same 4 walls.